Poem: Panegyric

A poem about the toxic people that stay in our lives, and we stay in theirs…

She said “Richard is real?”
And I said “Yeah”
She said “I thought he was your brother?”
And I said “Nah”

She said, “My Richard was called Claire”
And I said “Well, we all have them”.
She said “And they have us”.
I’m still thinking about that

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