[Laika]: 661.Poetry.Songs for the Leaving.Party

We met at a party, one of those that are always somehow awkward,
there's too many guests who came and were invited out of duty. When
you shook my hand you imagined you were holding a thin glass in
both of your hands, I remembered your name because it was a wrong one.
In such events only great things can happen
two soul sisters meet and elope.