"hey. i know it's really late, and you're probably asleep. but im coming down. and i miss you. i was even hallucinating earlier. i saw you. you were sitting next to me, that glint in your eye and a cigarette hanging between your lips, with orange smoke spilling out around you. i reached out to touch your cheek, right where your dimple would be, and you completely shattered. i cried for an hour, forcing myself down. i just... i miss you."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
