you handed me, what was meant to be yours and what should've been yours. years of not even talking about the past or our memories, and you gave me something of yours with a sincere look.
almost a look of, 'i'm sorry'.
so i said 'thank you', and went on my way.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
