“Vacant Sun”
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I didn't want to look for you,
I wasn't your friend after all.
We recognized it that night,
Under the feeling of intoxication.
I wasn't yours and you weren't mine,
But I was secretly hoping,
Maybe you'd want me like I wanted you.
Hope isn't such a strong word though,
Not for you at least.
For the first time in a long while,
The moon wasn't in the sky.
It was a lonely night,
There was a vacant space,
For the very much vacant sun,
And I felt how the sun felt.
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