Fake Poem by djemoi talbi

Fake



I was eager to go, I can hardly wait
On my calendar I, even, marked the willing date
It was a blessing from god, a tender touch from my fate

It’s an opportunity I’m willing to cease
… a good luck-for me- to create
In my mind, I even thought of topics for our debate

I was nervous so I arrived early; I don’t want to be late
She was, already, with another one, even, in critical state
Every thing was a fake; I was just the next one, for her, to date

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