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Another Poem from a Heartbroken, Burnt Out Creative

Featuring slippery, seductive slime

Slinky Bo,

Made of slippery seductive slime.

You keep slipping through my fingers,

Slipping through dimensions of time.

It must be the truth,

Because you said siempre,

And that means always.

I know you couldn’t be a liar, Bo.

Not in our shared dimension.

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Even if you are made from alien stardust

Your word was bond-

Ed to my heart by way of my soul.

I was your queen this time,

In this timeline.

You were my bearded beauty

With green hair and large clothes hiding your tiny frame.

Maybe in your other timeline,

you are large!

Your body fills your clothes there.

Maybe you were never hurt there.