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What do I want?
Well,
The waves aren’t warm past September,
And my favorite coffee shop closes at five.
Inconvenient,
That is.
What do you want?
Cold water on your feet,
And a bar,
Instead?
Why do you ask questions, looking for answers you know are different?
Our last hello was the end.
Can we just move on from it?
About the Creator
Erica Scott
A young adult, self-proclaimed poet from Florida who writes from a place of uncertainty, just hoping to one day reach the depths of someone else's heart besides her own.
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