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Hope is a Cigarette Butt

When love is just a glimmer of what it ought to be

It’s 2:30 am.

Sitting on the front porch, he asked, “Where have all the stars gone tonight?”

His wife answered, “I cannot take the distance between us anymore. The truth is, I’m not in love with you. Those particular stars have dimmed to nothing.”



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Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved