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Sep 2014
as i sit here

approaching two in the morning

i think of you

and what i'd like to do

and stare

at the drink in my hand

i'm bagging and sniffing again

i don't know how

you got so far away

so distant

time zones apart

but years spent together

fallen and dark

i'm lost without you
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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