Quick Poetry
- Aura Works
- Oct 13, 2023
- 1 min read
I asked them what they wanted.
I love you. They whispered into my ear.
To: My Imaginary Friend,
An apparition, an illusionary sound of silence.
A humming from an invisible being.
Phantom memories and I love you
It’s just a spicy memory.
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Take a moment to imagine this is how you see:
Aliens? Extraterrestrial life?
Yes.
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