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cloudy skies
23:30;






i had arrived
at exactly
6:00 on the dot
the next morning

i sat in anxious solitude
and as the minutes ticked by
they slowly became
an hour

i wasn't angry
but disappointed
a little sad

but once i heard
that old oak door
creak open

my naive hopes
began to stir
from some
sort of slumber

i should learn
to not surrender
to my hopes

for when i saw
the purple bruise
painted across
your cheek,
i felt crushed

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