anonymous for the freedom of expression without living up to any image.


Oh how I disguised myself for this pitiful anonymity
Sometimes I think about reaching out to say hello
But I know I would regret this woe
I smile and say “hey, I miss the way she-“
Then I remember my sweet anonymity
To be unknown yet known is quite a thing
And she may read this very thing and never know it’s me
What a coincidence that would be.

Poetry by L3fty
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Written on 2021-04-24 at 11:12

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