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Poetry, Adeline Foster

The fluorescent lights of every-day-life they linger cold as my sweaty fingers these times aren’t changing I’ve grown tired of waiting and hoping you might call me tonight.

In the light-polluted night I still found Cassiopeia she’s such a stunning sight and telling me I’ll be alright but where is a song I could play all night long about how we got up and left and it was for the best and I love you still?

Because we did have that day

when we wouldn’t eat

slow-sipped chai to make you stay

and walked my childhood street

I’ll never look at art the same

or at the sky, the acid rain

on our town’s star-crossed flame.

So as I board this cursed train

I clutch my small gain.


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