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Jan 9
I’m crying watching tiktok
Wishing we could talk

Wondering if you remember
How we were supposed to make pretzels
That long past December
You told me to buy the yeast
And I waited
                         and waited
                                                and waited









For you to call
And therein lies the fall
I fell for your lies
Holding my breath again
Now I’ve burned those ties
At least I don’t have to pretend
I still miss her
Poetry of the unstable
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Poetry of the unstable  24/F/Arizona
(24/F/Arizona)   
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   Immortality
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