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Jan 2020
Love, despair, loss, desire.
I imagine them so deeply
that when I blink them away,
I almost forget that they're fantasy.
Have I really never loved her,
lost them?
Have I truly not felt even a fraction
of that emotion that just engulfed me?
Dec something, 2019
Written by
Grey
46
     Lily, Juneau, Joey and ---
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