Love Does Not Exist

January 23, 2018

You disguise the rocks beneath me as gold

The airplanes as shooting stars

A pigeon as the phoenix

A numerical miracle always on repeat

But now I stand in front of you

face to face

In the flesh I see you

As real as can be

I stare you right down and say

You do not exist

And with the quickness of the wind

you are gone

You do not exist

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