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12 A.M.


(Written at 3 a.m.)


Knock. Knock. Knock.

As I watch my breath escape. The thin air excites this feeling... I hope you can relate.


As I quiver with curiosity, my mind is the blame. Chasing painted illusions, Daydreams, choosing.


Choosing...


Knock. Knock. Knock.


Hoping you're up but the timing was off. I turned around. Chest out, head high.

I lit a fume and made a lil toast to you.


To you... to us. To the way we'd fu**


By: Jasminn Dow


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