Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Who Knew

Who knew? It was the night before the world ended, and we sat up for no real reason, just talking. Before I knew it, you were sitting on the front steps smoking all the cigarettes I had smuggled in from Seattle. Rain dripped off the rotting soffit edge and filled the ashtray with water; it was disgusting but we kept smoking. There was little else to say, so we smoked. […]

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