Thursday nights are different here.
Calculus unassumingly goes for a walk. Deviations cease to exist.
We hug strangers. And soon, turn into friends.
We drink to wafer-thin margins. And dance out of our limits.
These are starry starry nights.
The morning might fuck us yet again, we know.
But for the night, we couldn’t care less.Time: 3.30 AM
Time: 5 AM
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