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I promised I’d write a poem.
The day before my birthday.
Turns into the night before my birthday.
I’m still 26,
I’m still 26,
I’m going to sleep…
27.
I live alone.
I work from home.
My 26 year old me,
Does not need a poem.
My 26 year old me,
Does not matter anymore.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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