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Doors close like conversations Cold as attics below basements So we are an abandoned home Until I light a candle and rekindle Always me
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
First To Strike A Match
Doors close like conversations Cold as attics below basements So we are an abandoned home Until I light a candle and rekindle Always me
This is about some of my friends in real life. Perhaps it's my distance, or I truly am either intimidating or odd. But I always feel like they wait for my signal. To talk. To reconnect. To ask how I truly am. Not how is work and such... But how I am.
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
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