Poems from Julissa Marie

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I exist. I'm sarcastic and snarky, but at the end of the day I'll hold your hand to cross the street and buy you an ice cream cone while we watch bad movies and exchange our life stories.
Only my echo responds. "Oh," it says. "Anything else?" I stop.  I did not expect a question in return. "No.  I just wanted to be heard." "...