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Here I sit On the floor. She told me he is “good” But that isn’t what I meant. I want to know just How he is feeling How the week has been And if he’ll be okay. Because from another (Who knows my intent) I heard a different story. One of confusion, despair. This one said that He looked around And asked for My whereabouts. Was it for my hope that this one said it? Or did he really need my presence? She would have no reason to utter falsely. But all I want is to just ask him. But here I am Still on the floor. A late-night debate About his intent.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
The Same He: Midnight Wonderings
Here I sit On the floor. She told me he is “good” But that isn’t what I meant. I want to know just How he is feeling How the week has been And if he’ll be okay. Because from another (Who knows my intent) I heard a different story. One of confusion, despair. This one said that He looked around And asked for My whereabouts. Was it for my hope that this one said it? Or did he really need my presence? She would have no reason to utter falsely. But all I want is to just ask him. But here I am Still on the floor. A late-night debate About his intent.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
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