Oh well hello there
old friend.
That familiar blank space,
asking to be filled with...
something.
It was time to start fresh again
anyways.
Writing as often as I do can
start to feel like being followed
down a dark alley with no exits.
The past becomes inescapable.
New job
New house
New people
New phone
New
New
New.
This time I vow to only write
when I catch that perfect breeze,
read a good poem,
kiss my boyfriend.
Keep it
R
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a
     llllll.