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Old Friend
Grief lingers like a friend in the doorway, unable to say goodnight. So now I’m in a diner at 2 a.m., the coffee is getting cold
For the sake of conversations I had long ago.
#grief #loss #movingon
Written by
Rubianne Foster  27/F/FL, USA
(27/F/FL, USA)   
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