Ode to a Simile - Arc Poetry

When I text you I am sad and you text back you understand… you don’t. When I text you that melancholy keeps me in my room and you text back you understand… you don’t. But— when I quoted four lines I found one sleepless night, twelve words pressed like leaves…

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