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Sad Again

I’m sad about you again, but all I can do is write. the stupid poems that you don’t deserve and endless letters that you’ll never

Bridges

I see you sitting across the room, shifting anxiously in your chair. Silently toying with the tab on your drink can, listening in on a

4 AM

When fog kisses the ground before the sun even has a chance to see it. When the rest of the world sleeps and the sky