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My Shoutout to the Void

And I still to this day

Can not sleep in

My own bed at night

Because,

Your initials

Are carved into my desk that

Is sitting across from me

And,

All I do is stare at

Those few lines that I crossed out

Your initials with hastily in anger

And it may be just

A useless shoutout to the void

But,

I replay our last conversation

Till the moon is no longer

High in the night sky

Reminding me of you



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