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the conversation in your head begins like this

when I miss you
and I can’t do anything about it

There is an old man who sits in front of his porch with an old radio every night at 6:15 PM.

when a boy says i love you
say thank you and no thank you

i want my rising to coincide with the orchestra

Don’t dim the light you carry  In your face  Just because someone…

life teaches us innocently but blindly
that to be a Cinderella

before i turned back on my life

and decided to call it a quit today

you are the last one of your kind

my hands forgot how to write poems

something was the reason