*from a poetry exercise during Monday night's writers' group.
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nights are so cold
can I have
a glass of water?
one cup of vanilla
one cup of hazelnut
would you like
whipped cream?
you’re welcome
I was trying
to beat the elevator
we should probably
press the button
right above it
now that you’re gone
can you read this?
but you can’t look
inside of it
it’s for girls
is it about snakes?
okay so, whatever!
I think
we should talk
because nobody
is talking
lets see if there
are any others
It feels like being
left behind
goodbye
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