i’ve been looking for my muse
it keeps eluding me
why?
eveything fades
you know why
i wanted to write about you
but you’re so yesterday
i want to write about love
but love is dumb
i want to write about myself
but i’m a just a simulacrum
postmodernists call me nothing
i call myself nothing
i call myself empty
i call myself………….
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