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letter three

to tempest

i have no idea where you live

so i drop these letters off at our cafe

the owner told me you haven't been there in a while

i hope you're okay

i miss our late night talks

the insomnia wasn't as bad as before

but now you're gone again

and i'm just sitting there with

a cigarette in my hand

and two cups of coffee

waiting for you

but you never show up

thank you for listening,

harry