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Into the Mist

My coffee’s gone cold
while I stare off into space,
wondering where the time went  
as if I wasn’t wasting some of it  
right now, watching you vaporize  
into mist, right in the middle
of a weekday conversation;  
as if I hadn’t just squandered
my precious moments with a coward.
Where does it go indeed,
when you believe in seeing the good
instead of the truth?
I dump out my cup and refill it,
determined not to waste a single drop,
or another thought
on you.  
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
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Close the door, you’re letting all the flies in.
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