these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
poem.
purple skies and midnight times fill my mind.
all i want for dinner is your love and all i want
for breakfast is your soul. look me in the eyes
again, tell me everything is fine. don't leave me
like you left last nights beer, empty.
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