But when we stood on the
balcony that night, there were no
stars. They k n e w,
and in the moment you said
your regrets, that moment full
of a million other moments, I
knew, too. And I felt something
a p
like a piece of sinew that was
desperately clinging to either
ends of a broken wishbone.
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Dear John
PoetryI'm experimenting with a different writing style here, so I apologize in advance if it sucks. x3 Mostly because I wanted to try something new; also because I really want to write down this experience, but I feel like I have too much to express and...
