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At 2 in the morning Once every year We sit down in the same wooden table Drinking our second cup of coffee Talking about our crazy aunts and weird family traditions. Discussing the government Or social problems of our time. Coming up with revolutionary ideas that will never leave the room. We exchange our war stories And a future apocalypse that may or may not happen. We cry And then we laugh But by the time the clock strikes 3 Our beds shall not remain empty. So With droopy eyes and yawning mouths We agree to continue the same conversations The upcoming year.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
Late Night Talks
At 2 in the morning Once every year We sit down in the same wooden table Drinking our second cup of coffee Talking about our crazy aunts and weird family traditions. Discussing the government Or social problems of our time. Coming up with revolutionary ideas that will never leave the room. We exchange our war stories And a future apocalypse that may or may not happen. We cry And then we laugh But by the time the clock strikes 3 Our beds shall not remain empty. So With droopy eyes and yawning mouths We agree to continue the same conversations The upcoming year.
To my dearest and closest cousins that I only get to see once a year. May we always have topics to discuss.
#family#conversations#time
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Angie29
23/F/PR
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
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