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Feb 2020
you
you remind me of
the ocean
traffic jams in my favorite cities,
the coffee i sip at 4 in the morning,
the warm blanket i wrap closer to my body,
the sun when it has finally set,
sounds of birds chirping,
the tinks of wind chimes,
and ***** has never
made me as tipsy as you have.
i'm lying here wrapped
in a couple of *****, old blankets
to keep me warm...
but never like you used to.
n
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   Bogdan Dragos
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