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Sep 2018
Early morning the birds arnt even awake . There's only silence and a vague sound of dew drops falling on the ground .
In a distance a cat walks across my path as I sit on an old tree stump .

I take one last drag from my cigarette I flick it and then I look up at the sky, at that very moment a tear falls from my eye.

I then mumble quietly to myselfย ย I miss you . I really do
Charlene
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Charlene  F/Los Angeles
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