Poems

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An hour past midnight, a phone bleeping, keys clicking

An exhausted brain still in the midst of brisk thinking

“Another one of those nights.”, she told herself.

All these people, all these thoughts rummaging my head,

Without you, it just doesn’t make sense.

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