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Zero

Micropoem number 16,000 on unrequited love

I try so hard to write good content
But he won’t like it

Maybe his love went missing
Maybe I never had a cent

I’m not one two or three
I’m not even his forth

I wish I had a number
But I’m never his choice

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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