Dear Friday


3322 Beran Dr
United States
29° 37' 52.6332" N, 95° 25' 38.3664" W

Dear Friday,

Why do you never want to play?

Eveytime I think about you, it's like your galaxies away

I want you here and right now,

Not later or in an hour

Theres so many things to do,

But then I think about the distance between us two

And remind myself,

why is it Tuesday

and not Friday afternoon?

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