i've got this sticky sinking feeling
and a blackout heart.
countdown breaths, countdown beats
it's a 3-2-1
and then:
quiet.
like December 31 1999.
when everyone thought the world would end at midnight.
we counted down
we kissed in apartments, basements and bars.
but nothing happened.
there were no glitches
there was no apocalypse
just 12:01
and a new year.
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