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Jul 2021
I'm hurting

the random waft of your cologne makes me feel like I'm going crazy

because you aren't here

pushing the elevator button to the 7th floor to watch the sunset

together

one

last

time.

because what goes up

must therefore come down

and honey,

we're crashing

at a million miles an hour
August 2020
Broadsky
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