A poem I wrote for my BFEAH, Abby, who has to live in Vegas for 7 months out of the year, every year, and leaves me behind until she gets back in July.
I bet where you are, the dances last till midnight.
I bet where you are, boredom is a seldom used word.
I bet where you are, everyone walks in groups.
I bet where you are, every story ends in "happily
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