Here I sit drinking Mountain Dew,
thinking of a lover, under the moon.
Whiling away the darkest hours of the night,
wishing I could hold him in these lonely arms.
I hear his voice on the phone
and am reminded how far apart we are.
A year and a day stands before my heart,
to learn to love myself as deeply as another.
Time stands as a greater distance than
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