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imaginary lover [poem]

I don’t want to write a fucking poem today
I just want silence
I’m so tired
and you are so imaginary that
I probably need medication
but it doesn’t matter
nothing really matters right now
the days slip by unnoticed and unannounced
just like me
no one misses January
when it passes on toward spring
and no one misses me


bookdragon, poet, witch

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