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Feb 2020
The rain dances across
the windows

Hair in face,
unknowing what will
happen

As you look out,
the window
fogs up

Hold your breath

I remember where
you sat

When I awoke
I was walking in a field
holding only a piece of
paper

On it, it said,
“Will you miss me?”

7-21-19
The aftermath of a horrible road trip with people I didn't know.
Written by
Kyle Duran  31/M/Milwaukee, WI
(31/M/Milwaukee, WI)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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