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Poetry

What Time We Lie | Poem

Nights are the hardest to let go,

I buy courage to change something,

And, the day snatches it away.

I’m unaware of hurting,

Is it you not trying to figure love,

Or

Is it me not trying to figure out?

I wonder what you think,

When you said,

People love; it’s normal.

Believe me, all I known is scary.

And, I feel to smile around you.

©sjwordsmith
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