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Some Poetry

It's past midnight,

I'm still awake,

And there's the moon shining outside my window,

Even in the July monsoon;

I'm alone in my room,

But the sheets still smell like you,

With your songs still playing on my phone,

And it's so different,

I haven't felt this way before,

And I'm not sure I like anything anymore.


words for the day

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