Poetry · Writing

static chapter

they’d never believe

the whole story;

it’s too wild-

weak to week;

i knew i was wrong-

for the right reason

i was wrong.

the clock never hit 7pm,

for our sunset-

i remember those nights

they’d never believe

we’d wake

one day


talking about a sunset


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