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Nothing More
I think of you, chastise myself,
And press your name away
Ignoring, stubbornly, the fact,
You’re present every day
I don’t ask why I cannot help
But seek your commentary
On every task, or smile of mine-
A wish I cannot bury
I say, embarrassed at myself,
That this affair ends now.
This fantasy, this made-up game,
I cannot keep allowing
After...
Saturday 16th January 2021 6:55 pm
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