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Jan 2019
bad coffee on the fourth floor
the sun fell through the wooded ground
her words became lost in the notes she heard when she thought of him
a method of falsetto used by the ink in her pen
a song made out of the pain she saw lingering in the mirror
she played it on repeat loud enough so others couldn't hear how much it hurt when she realized she missed him
Written by
Shelby
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