The Submissions of a Sporadic Writer
The cure for my short-term memory
...and my habitual boredom.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Past tense.
You were my stolen nights, giggly smiles, the hug from behind under a moonlit sky, the fantastic view of citylights, and the fresh air brought by the morning light.
Were. Were. Were.
F*ck. I. MISS. YOU.
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