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Jul 2013
You called me from
the last intersection
on your walk home,
"the street lights look exhausted
hm and the sky is missing
more than a few stars...
oh, but how are you?"

I always found it cute,
the way you make the change
from obnoxious
to pensive after ten o'clock
I always liked to love
you the most
when the morning was
fast approaching
I'm okay
I mean I've been worse
I guess I just feel a bit
like the sky
tonight

And the line fell silent
Morgan
Written by
Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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