Poem #1

Dead Dead Dead Dead

I lay down in my bed

thinking about all I could be doing instead

if only I wasn’t sick she said

then it would just be my luck

instead of being in my bed stuck

I could rush to her place and

 

 

be a very good non-binary turtle-neck wearing emotionally supportive non-toxic individual.

 

-Nolan

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