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after party

Sobering a little, But alcohol is still kicking, I'm walking home alone, With thoughts that never visit a lot, Like calling her, Ask her how is her day, How is her night, Or does she miss me, Because I do, Every after party, I miss her taking care of me, My warm body and sad mind, My overflowing emotions and wreckage of my life, Because I do, Miss her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/9/2019 7:34:00 AM
I do the same thing, let the pen flow and come back later to polish the piece.
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Date: 7/2/2019 7:52:00 AM
I like the intimate familiar feel of this piece. You might want to change one line to “or if she misses me”
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Vincent Salvosa
Date: 7/2/2019 7:58:00 AM
Hey there! Thank you for pointing out a grammatical error. This is like impulse writing for me, it is in the rawest form. Thank you so much! :)
Date: 6/28/2019 9:54:00 PM
I can relate to your piem quite well! It's unique and well crafted Panagiota
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Vincent Salvosa
Date: 6/29/2019 7:25:00 AM
Hey thank you so much! This just came out of me like a breeze in all honesty. Maybe because of its truthfulness. Anyway, glad that you relate! :)