I was reminded of a memory I have with you, on a hill overlooking the view. Seeing the stars and the mist from our breaths. The smoke from our cigarettes. I've done things with you that I thought I could only dream of, thank you.
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Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySo when I'm depressed or having a block for my stories I write little poems or little tid bits of sentences that I find intriguing. A lot less cringy than my stories and probably better work so yeah, whack.
