11/5/20 - light thursday night blues

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I'd grown accustomed
to your name
in my notifications
.
like breathing
.          --but far less dramatic--
like leaning
.          --but the wall's gone erratic--
like listening
.          --but it's only the static--
.
how am I supposed
to procrastinate
without your conversations?
.
.
.
I guess I'll just write this instead.

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