A Drunken Text

Nothing beats
a drunken text
for raw emotive
hopelessness:
badly spelled,
but keenly felt.

Nothing beats
a drunken text
for raw emotive
hopelessness:
badly spelled,
but keenly felt.

"Here I am in San Francisco
and,
I guess,
I miss you."

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