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Sunday Night

Sunday Night

True story.

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Poetry and music.

2 thoughts on “Sunday Night

  1. I love these lines:

    a literal reminder of the silence in my room
    creaking his opinion with hisses and hums
    kissing a new page with potential
    I face the commitment of the page
    The emotion punches my tear ducts
    bruising its knuckles with the force of the impact
    if I compose this predicament.

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