Smashed by moisture and one cold hand; trying to remember the name of Spain.
Floral scent and massive green eyes, grabbing hands and pushing, and flipping head both ways for secrets.
Then i went back caught out and made a buy. And now the 2nd hand, the same shiny and cold one, is still here with me and the painted toes, or whats left of them.
Just depth and floating in a sea of half-understood references to things no-one cared about much anyway and certainly not many knew of... missing another set of greens and hiccups.