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Sep 2015
the silence makes me shake
smooth out the wrinkles on the red velvet tablecloth
pushing out all the crinkles i made
his text interrupts the flicker of the melting candles
i'm sorry, i'm sorry
baby, i don't want this to be real

so i sit in a stiff chair, in the breezy balmy evening
watch the curtains flutter
wishing the buzz of my cell phone
was a knock at my door
Written by
   Connor Ruther
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