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Illustration by @luciesalgado
A solitary evening, bitter colds remind me of you.
Reminiscing yesterdays that flew.
Remembering all the me'mries that we spent.
Now, nothing left even a cent.
The streetlights dimmed as they unfold my unfathomable heart.
Now I'm here can't find to where I start.
My mind keeps escalating to the memories that we had.
My heart keeps beating that sometimes makes me mad.
I hit the play button and your voice ricochets in my room.
The owner's voice no longer mine... but hers.
But, I sincerely wish she’ll love that magic the way I did, that she’ll love you the way I did.
10A poetry to the girl who loved, used, and abandoned. -Fr: her concernedly mad best-friend.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on July 19, 2017
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