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I did not imagine you I have this hallucination thing under control at this point, And you weren't one of those So no, I did not imagine you But maybe I did invent you Or, if I didn't invent you Since you were a decade and a half older than me, Maybe, maybe I apparitioned you No, you wouldn't say that, because it was I who walked Into a world you called your own I was the new girl in town I know that you would say I possessed you, But that I know for sure I did not do, Because I treated you like an adventure And baby, I love nothing more than a joyride When my hands are off the steering wheel Well, whatever it was I know I read about you already, In the poems I wrote years before I met you So maybe meeting you was a chance To take a last good look At everything I've overcome So thank you, for the memories And the fights And the mental mindfucks And the pretty good *** But I guess the seance is over It's time to blow out the candles Push the drapes to the sides Air our the room Farewell my Ghost
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 5:28 AM UTC
The Seance is Over
I did not imagine you I have this hallucination thing under control at this point, And you weren't one of those So no, I did not imagine you But maybe I did invent you Or, if I didn't invent you Since you were a decade and a half older than me, Maybe, maybe I apparitioned you No, you wouldn't say that, because it was I who walked Into a world you called your own I was the new girl in town I know that you would say I possessed you, But that I know for sure I did not do, Because I treated you like an adventure And baby, I love nothing more than a joyride When my hands are off the steering wheel Well, whatever it was I know I read about you already, In the poems I wrote years before I met you So maybe meeting you was a chance To take a last good look At everything I've overcome So thank you, for the memories And the fights And the mental mindfucks And the pretty good *** But I guess the seance is over It's time to blow out the candles Push the drapes to the sides Air our the room Farewell my Ghost
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Yasamen
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28/GQ/Poland
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 5:28 AM UTC
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