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Oct 2020
If I was honest,
which I will be.
(since no one I know will read this.)
[Isn't that too true for most of us.]
-I think it is-

I'm a glutton,
not of food or abuse;
it's for one more second
one more thought.

I'll always steal
one more glance,
one more sip,
one more breath,
one more kiss
more.

If I hear a new song
it'll become my anthem,
the band will play
and play
and play
play.

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
love.

Everything
will be everything
every,
eve.

You'll be late to work
your coffee will be cold
(or warm if it's iced).
[If it's tea, it'll be too strong]
-I don't know how tea works-

I can't steal
it wouldn't be right
so please.
please.
please.
don't.
When I go outside in the early morning, before the Sun has fully woken up, I stand looking up and down my street taking in how beautiful it is.  

Almost always when I head back inside I take one more glance over my shoulder, and feel "what if this is the last time I feel this way."
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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