At first it was only fleeting glances, me and 5am making eyes at each other. Now, though, I’m standing before her. She is lean and tall and tall and lean. It’s dark and quiet and we are alone. It is, after all, 5am. My belly feels emptied out and my limbs feel hollow for longing.… Continue reading getting to know 5am like a new lover
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