Pal: an unrequited love

PAL RECCS

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unplayed VMs,

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unopened spotify links,

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immediately forgotten

book recommendations;

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forever lost

in the palringo chat logs.

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unfulfilled expectations and

unreciprocated enthusiasms

sob

in the corner.

VANITY

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teenager tumblr

to narcissist instagram,

pal in the middle.

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blocked on palringo

snap, telegram, other alts;

death of the spirit..

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potential palationships

die in the filtered messages,

like fizzling wildfires

of damp rainforest tinder.

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inactive pal accounts

are expelled from groups,

like thrown out expired produce

at a supermarket.

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maybe one of them is

someone you used to know

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u rummage through the garbage.

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maybe something in it is edible

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maybe there's a snapchat link

in the profile description.

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do i feel sad

that you

keep me a secret

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or

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do i be content

that im at least important enough

to be kept hidden

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either way,

you allow me to be near you

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that is enough for me now.

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i long for u

and u long for me

on our snapchat call

of long silences.

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deep sighs

fill the distance

in between.

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black profile picture

level 13 and no name

status: i warned u.

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the account leaves

all palringo groups

after fourty days.

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did they wise up?

did they finally find a girlfriend?

did they have a mental breakdown?

did they die?

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none of us can be sure.

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i clear the history

and go back

to taking a good picture

of my dick.

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the dead don't die

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the dead don't lie

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the dead don't ask why

the number of filters

on your avi

is five.

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