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Bad Poetry 2

You are my everything,
strung together like pop corn and tinsel.
“There’s no way that I miss her,”
I tell my friends all the time.
But there you are on my mind,
like everything forever
and nowhere all together.

My friends know I’m lying.

-Loki.

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