A couple weeks ago I was playing music by imperial bottle tap room. You walked by, gave me eyes and stopped to get a drink and listen. Song after song you sat there. We caught each others eyes time and time again. Something about your curls and your mask that made you so mysterious to me, yet your outfit and colorful pants let me know you and I are one in the same. Perhaps not, but regardless I meant to say hello before you left, but you left in the middle of our last song. Stopping by one last time for a tip. Haven’t stopped thinking about those curls and those eyes ever since.
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