Del[l]-u-sion(s)

Are like
a wheel

I Re—
invent
Them.

—-

You made
Me REM-
Ember
What
Feeling
Feels like.

You are
Invited
To my
Chat
Room to

Play me
Like a
Guitar.

—-

I’ve
Learned

My face
Does the
Heavy
Lifting.

She holds
My line
Of Zoom

Comp-O-
sure, my

Mind does
Not know

To do
Alone.

—-

She draws
The cue
Straight
Lines at
The end
Of our
Sent-
[D]ences,

Verb-
Ally-ing
For the
Fun of it.

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