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Sep 2015
silly love letters, late nights, and best friends.
the best of times, the worst of times,
but we never wanted it to end.
friday nights were for football games,
which for us meant coffee and candy
while critiquing the class of twenty thirteen.


we used to drive my ****** mazda
every other weekend-- it was tradition.
we played uno and drank coffee black
with our sever pal named Alec.
during the cold months, we busted out
our leather jackets and listened to β€œthe beers”
while talking about love, dreams, and fears.


much older now, we are, in places we never dreamed
we would be, when we were only sixteen.
I don't see her much, but we have memories.
but there was something she said to me,
it will always hold some shining light.
she said I taught her no matter how rough life gets,
Denny’s always serves coffee late at night.
Emma Kate
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Emma Kate  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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