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May Elizabeth May 2019
I am conscious of what lies inside my self-knowledge.
Everything else is simply a simulation to test that self-knowledge.
Maybe nothing is actually happening around me.
Maybe nothing actually exists outside of this self-knowledge.
I can never be fully aware of these truths
Because I am not conscious.
My consciousness is a faulty plan
To keep me from realizing the truth about human existence
May Elizabeth Nov 2018
One word
And you are an
         Angel.
The perfect face
The perfect mind.
One word and
I am yours.
One word and
You are nothing but
          Gorgeous.
I wrote this poem about someone I met over the summer but never actually spoke to until the summer was over. He was one of the kindest, sweetest, smartest, and amazing people I have ever met. I completely fell in love with him and not some kind of puppy love. It was something only one other person has ever made me feel. He lives in Cape Town and I'll never see him again but the feeling he gave me when he called me gorgeous is something I will never forget and something I so long to feel again.
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