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i think *only* of YOU

  It is non-stop my dear mate
  It’s ridiculous… i know
  —
   You’ve long gone, i know
   You’ve moved on, i know
  —
   my words no longer enchant you; my kisses no longer entrance you
  —
   i’m evidently obsessive,
   purgatory’s primary pariah,
   cast adrift yet, inescapably chained.


Author: Anna Bidoonism

You'll find poems, prose & literary analysis on my blog -- this is who I am.