29 September 2019A Poem by Megan Lynn Toccibut a part of me anyway thinks maybe there will come a day when I’m on a porch, but it’s twilight still at 8:30pm and I’m writing but I’m not throat- hurt lonely because there’s someone inside who under- stands I want to be alone and there’s a difference (he knows) and joins me, maybe, after half an hour or so outside, with a smile that makes my heart flutter and a warm cup of coffee. © 2019 Megan Lynn Tocci
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Added on October 9, 2019 Last Updated on October 9, 2019 AuthorMegan Lynn TocciBoulder, COAbout2018 Bachelor of Arts: Political Science with a History minor. 2017 UNCO Bookstore Contest Short Story Winner. 2014 National Scholastic Writing Awards Silver Medalist. 2014 Denver Women's Press Cl.. more..Writing
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