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Powerful,
she drove me insane.
mental heath diagnosis’ and
medications prescribed
...useless,
it won’t turn off the thoughts,
maybe just change the vibe.
So, I’m hesitating,
but I can’t meditate it away...
Only a few late night instances
when I sense her presence...
and feel her touch,
damn, I miss her so much,
even began to hear her voice
and I smell her hair.
Just a Figment of my wild imagination,
I’ve never hallucinated &
she’s not there.
Whew!
Quarantine Dreaming.
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