A poem about being single
Thumbs move quick
To strike the keys
And shadows grow
From twisted trees
The wind, it shrieks
The leaves rush by
Waiting for runes
To form replies
The air grows cool
The clouds rush past
The moon’s grim grin
Reveals itself at last
Runes disappear
And horror sets in
The moment you know
You’ve been ghosted
Ag…
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