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Softly we return

Unto a sense that we are

Human beings

||

In the middle of WAR

we simply pretend

That we aren't

;

thusly all is           Temporary

( temporary as our love )

;:;

we

We we We

( what ? ----- I don't know )

/

We move around

We work for money

We ****

That's all

....

Here we are

Working and *******

And writing poems

!!  ??  !!

we write as if our lovers were gods and goddesses

We write as if we ourselves are ****

;:;

we write to some imaginary nameless

Formless

YOU thing

•

Pledging eternal love to a figment of our minds

NO ONE ACTUALLY READS THE POEMS THAT WE WRITE

We are as the DeaD

)(

After a while we pack up our ***** and *******

And go home and become drug addicts

••

We never really write to each other

Or talk to each other

Or in any form communicate with each other

..

YOU.. !

an imaginary teddy bear

!

we share YOU with each other

( We are nice )

•••


Someone tried to prove someone was actually alive here but they couldn't

•

I LOVE YOU

( see my scars ! )

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we are pathetic

We won't change

//

Come

( Really )

Really it is true

That we are really human beings