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May 2019
we say our morning goodbyes
tension in that
see you after work
i'll be on a flight home
and you know it,
but maybe before you know it.

our words were not soft,
the love was not soft
as it has been, as i have
grown to love

do we continue?
you stopped my running
but the threat still looms.
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
105
   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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