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We should hang out sometime,
When time is slow, when hands are warmed by cups of joe
Exchanging stories for the years passed and infectious laughs,
When your schedule opens,
I’d love to hang out, if even for a moment
It doesn't have to be a cafe,
It could be over the phone,
Or one of our homes,
It could be seaside,
Or a journey on an unmarked path
You call me a friend,
For that, I will always check in.
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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