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Ruta alpina | M Corton

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The sunset leaves behind a pink glow,
a shadow, on the stucco suburban homes
that somehow feel more like ropes and broken promises
It’s 8 o’clock, late August,
And I remember when we used to sit out here on the deck
Where I now sit, reading alone,
Drinking lukewarm coffee that will keep me up for long enough to write all of my feelings into poetry on the floor of my candle-lit bedroom
I remember your eyes
They held me tighter than you ever would
I hope you’re alright over there
Wherever it is you ended up.
As the autumn breeze approaches
I can swear I can feel your breath upon me
But it’s about time I get over
The fact that the seasons change
As do people.

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Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.

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