Morale

I consist of consciousness – that’s it

Even so, I will never receive a text from you

I will never build a nest with you

Never will we do anything

we could have been meant to do.

You will probably die reading my poetry – as you go to sleep

the final time reading vibrant rhymes.

 

 

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