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Thicc Boi Poetry

Thicc Boi Poetry

Maybe

June 10th, 2023
Cinquain

One day
I hope your love
Will reunite with mine
Or so I tell myself because
It won’t

You are my first thought in the morning and last throughout my sleepless nights.

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