A Publisher's Dream

If I were to write
and you were to read
and I confuse
and you were confused
Does that make us twins, brothers? enemies?

If I were to write
and you were to lie
and I were to die
and you lie
I prefer that my words outlive your lie.


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Numbers 1 and 2 tied in votes, so I voted myself to break the tie (I voted for number 1, k?). I decided to swap the blog and poem dates for this week because otherwise I will fail my classes and therefore fail at graduating. I feel no sorrow for any inconvenience this caused you. Well, maybe a little sorrow.

As always, post comments as you please. Knock yourselves out, make yourself feel important.