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Amela Kovacevic Jun 2018
We played musical chairs in forests,
learned of limbo and of wine,
discovered the appeal of cigarette upon cigarette,
sang songs of melancholic rhyme,
crept through night’s entirety
simply to linger through sun’s rise,
and realizing that our lives
purportedly go on,

 

parted.

— The End —