Cuban music, mojito.
One, two bearded men in strange dresses.
A friend online, a glass of wine.
A biscuit, a cup of tea with milk.
A book, a cigarette.
I am never ok with only one thing to do, one thing to consume at any given time.
I am restless and I need things to preoccupy me.
They all come in pairs.
Is it because I am not part of one?
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