It's You Irregardless
No matter;
Who I talk to ,
What they say
(And so many of then say nice things).
Where I go,
Or what I see;
It doesn't matter,
Who i touch,
Or where they feel,
Cos they aren't you.
So it's not real
Copyright © Claire Smith | Year Posted 2015
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