Wednesday Night, 11 PM

I miss you something terrible
Without you, my writing has no life
It had ceased to exist until you came along
Breathed it life, and gave it a name
Photograph by John Hope
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I miss you something terrible
Without you, my writing has no life
It had ceased to exist until you came along
Breathed it life, and gave it a name
Photograph by John Hope
Hire An Editor