inquiring your audacityA Poem by Sage Gabriellegranted, when isn't my sleep schedule fucked up?Why do you leave me Our conversations dragged to this hour. I’m constructing memories of things we never said. I guess we said enough. © 2013 Sage Gabrielle |
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1 Review Added on July 13, 2013 Last Updated on July 13, 2013 Tags: night, conversations, memories AuthorSage GabrielleFreeport, NYAboutHi there. Sage here. I'm 18 and soon I'll be living in the Queens area for college as a music education major in the fall. I spend most of my nights burning candles and trying to figure everything.. more..Writing
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