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Jan 2019
you haven't spoken two words since the
last time we met in our insincere clutch to our romantic allusion -
I was never able to murmur or scream a goodbye,
only a hurtling purpose to be dazed
that you still write to keep my muse
lingering in your night terrors, and
oh don't forget
the glass of wine on the stone cold counter,
we have both come far in our own lives
that development of
something new is such an inebriating piece
to hover
over

- G
goodbye past
#timetoletgo
Glass
Written by
Glass  F/Ottawa
(F/Ottawa)   
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