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Oct 2020
There are rings on the table
From our drinks
Empty bottles
In the garbage
Some might think
That these nights are
Repetitive
But we see
These memories
Through a screen
So maybe
We cling
To the idea
Of being free
Don’t you see?
These nights
Are not tired
So we drink

// EW
Eden Wheeler
Written by
Eden Wheeler  Florida
(Florida)   
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