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I know

you are not real in my reality

you do not exist in my anxiety

when it burns hot in my chest

like an aching that will not cease

with an appetite

that cannot be satisfied

 

and where are you

when words and motives like assassins

inflict mortal wounds

upon an already frail mortal

who is fighting for survival

 

I do not see you present here

in the midst of my ...

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