Wavering ends
Hallow Wishes
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Neither of them knew how to heal broken hearts and speak flowers.
They spoke in fumes and sighs and laughters in the night.
Bottle of whiskey held in the air, and lips interlocking aggressively.
And when they break, they find solace in solitary and twenty shots of alcohol, not the hands of one another.
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