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Vanilla Jun 2018
****
I wish to write
But all I do is sit
with nothing in my head but a bunch of junk
my fingers question my mind
"why is there nothing for us to type"

I'm in Miami
12:26 in the morning
But with no sun in sight
It's still night
the only thing that's still visible
is the moonlight
just kidding
out the window, I look
in the distance are all the streetlights
****
Here I was
writing and ****
I look at my phone
30 min later
I'm on ******* Instagram
looking at memes and ****
here's a half-assed poem
no wonder i dont have anything to write

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