poems
her invisible friend
locked in her mind
she comes out for tea time
On the on the outskirts of her head
her invisible friend
slightly insane
the one who holds the whip
The one who holds the reins
her invisible friend
got infectious eyes
sometimes tells I'm the best
a pack of lies
her invisible girlfriend
in the train station
trashed the flat
no medication
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the eternal sadness...
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