Lia G

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Lia G

Lia G

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I wanted to write you
a hundred poems.

I wanted to learn
how you take your coffee,
which dream
you quietly traded
for adulthood,
and which thoughts
refused to leave
after midnight.

I wanted to leave
little offerings
around your life-

breakfast
wai

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The last romantic

Love used to feel supernatural.

A glance across a bar
and suddenly the night came to life.
Streetlights looked brighter.
Songs sounded written about us.
Even suffering felt cinematic then.

I miss the naïveté of it.
Th

Lia G

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lia@liakg.com
@liagpoetry