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Alone, In a Booth

I do this sometimes-
Sit in a booth, alone with
My own thoughts;
No forced conversations or
Nervous fidgeting,
Sitting with this cup
of warm sweater-
Ice cold mornings
Sipping until I’ve
Overstayed,
But never annoyed
That you want to
Eat and leave.
What happened to
Staying for dessert-
For conversation-
For laughs.
Eerie
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