The blue decadent
clouds whisper me
closer to dawn.
The stranger
sings a symphony.
-----
Your face on my
phone, your voice
in my ears, your laugh
in my heart, but
all I want is your
hand in my hand.
-----
My nails are
longer than
the weekend.
But I'm okay
with it being over.
I wish the
weekends were
pink.
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