Nana's PoetryComment

Foolishness

Nana's PoetryComment
Foolishness

Fantasies of us were dangerous

overpowering my logic, an

oasis calling

laborous on a regular basis

it's strange, this urge to persist

searching for something that doesn't exist

hazardous pattern, overactive imagination

never worth the credit I gave it

evidently, my interest in you

seems to be what made you interesting

succinct

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