
Somewhere along the way, we started seeing less and less of each other.
These things happen.
Opposite schedules, different choices, whatever it may be.
I still see you for a few hours here and there-
It just seems like whenever you are dawning your delicate display,
My eyes begin to close, and I am wistfully wasting away.
As I am going in for my shift, yours is nearly over.
Let’s sync up some time.
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BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.


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interesting poets thanks of sharing