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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 needs  To squint in order to look into  Your glowing eyes  You are not like You are not close to You don’t resemble You are  You are a star  And you shine because you Know the truth  That you are a combination of

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