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2020

Love was a Proxy of Possessive Pronouns Swirling in a Mobius Loop of Vacant Self-Projection 


I was someone’s reason for living

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s best friend

as proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s bedrock

as proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s concept of genius

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s muse

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s second chance

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s big dream

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s baby blue sheets

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s idea of home

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s devil incarnate

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s example of goodness

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s example of wholeness

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s sugar high

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s bloodline

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s wet dream

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s favorite memory

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s ‘it was worth it’

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s safe haven

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s excuse

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s daydream

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s underdog 

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s locker note  

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s focal point

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s target practice

as a proxy for aliveness

I was someone’s.