12 The Carnival

I had a ticket to take us both to the carnival. Remember the summer when the carnival visited our little town? And there were all those clowns, and the acrobats, and the woman with the mustache, and that guy that could swallow fires and swords?

I remember that all I wanted was just to rest for a while. Just to sit for a while on that bench, feel your lips on my shoulder, have my hand in yours.

I never thought that you were giving me your last kiss.

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