Drip

poetry, Uncategorized by Joti Lit

If you die

I will not care

I will read about it

probably

because no one close

you have brought to me

If you die

who will tell me

when I discover

I might feel jarred for a minute

then normal I go

you were never that important

at all

Entertainment we were

drip

 

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