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Sunday, August 30, 2020

I am lost
and you are too
oh whatever
shall we do?

Your whole body
is a sonnet
but who is
whose pet?

Your neck rhymes
with your pale chest
I made them both
my bird nest.

There’s no path
there’s no way
we won’t meet
another day.

I am lost
and you are two
half is me
and half is you.
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