Narcissist and EchoA Poem by May FosnesDesperate for novel, but only a remodel. Publish, rubbish. Cue the music. I’ll ride my bed, like I’m going to fly. How to guide on why not to die: Fall into the fantasy of being, believing. Would I be here if I didn’t think there was some truth? The narcissism that you can be new, is what enables you to do. © 2020 May Fosnes |
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Added on September 25, 2020 Last Updated on September 25, 2020 Author
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