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Gey Dumbass Over Here

To my dearest dumbass:

And as I reach up to touch,

I cannot help but

Want this so very much—

But it’s all for naught,

I already see her, Death—

Grasping your shoulder

Such was the fate of Macbeth,

Such is now your fate.

I love you so, so very—

And I am so, so

I am so, so sorry.

Only a mirage,

Only an illusion,

Only a dream,

A false future, one

That we will never have.

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Lorna October 24th, 2021 05:50
This really is intriguing.....
- Gey Dumbass Over HereOctober 24th, 2021 06:21
  Thank you! I have more poems connected to this one that I want to publish, but it'll be very slow unfortunately since I'm using the free version of the site.

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