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A poem
I have vanished
into thin air
not a trace of me
prevails
not even memories
so you never knew me
nor will you ever in future
for I never existed
Why does saying that
feel so nice?
Do birds feel that way?
Do they need to tell their children
before they go away
or kiss and tell their lover
not to wait?
You burden me with your love
your laughter rings in my ears
your eyes dance before mine
hold me captive
like humans always do
But I’m not of earthy variety
I’m made of smoke and pixie dust
with a snap of fingers I vanish
leaving you to worldly lust
Don’t you despair
just close your eyes and believe
that I have indeed vanished into thin air
not a trace of me remains
not even memories
you’ve never known me
nor will you in future
for I don’t exist
Oh, but why does saying that feel so nice?
