Monday, April 1, 2019

Mild Cotard Delusion

Some of us are thus and such.
Some of us are nothing much.
Much what? I see what others’

Poems are like. I touch the lines.
I see what I’m not missing.
It will be clear tomorrow,

I hope, clear, I hope
Tomorrow.  Some of us are
Such sweet thus, and such sorrow.

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