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May 2020
I'm smoking a cigarette now even though you hate it
You don't think I care but I thought of you
now while alone under grey clouds
at 1:37 am 2000 miles away
You're not easily forgotten,
And you make me consider what I may or may not have done to hurt you.
maybe this is what you wanted, but it is quiet out here and there is a trickle of rain splashing on moonlit
sidewalks
I'll be asleep very soon
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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