Mirage I see you, but no longer do I recognize you. You were a mirage. A fake haven in a smouldering wasteland. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related July 19, 2024 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fucked, Me, Memories, Poetry, You 3 Comments
So many people are mirages once up close they are not at all as they appeared – loved this one ❤️ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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So many people are mirages once up close they are not at all as they appeared – loved this one ❤️
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