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Dec 2013
Cheap coffee and sad country songs
take her sadness and set it on stage.
She claims Texas is home now.
More than forty years forgotten
because only two matter. He is her home.
Pretend the small talk is natural. Why then,
can’t she look them in the eyes
before she waits alone in empty airports
trying to figure out where she lost herself?
And there’s no one left to have mercy on us.
Written by
Ashley Centers
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