Redundant

REDUNDANT

I don’t know what to write today
I don’t know why I write anyway
I guess at one time I had something to say
There’s only so much one can convey
about our main topic of correspondence
without sounding redundant

I don’t know, one day we could meet
Maybe then our lives would be complete
or our electronic bond would deplete
and meeting would defeat
the purpose of the fantasy we’ve created

There’s only so much we can say
about the purpose of our virtual existence
without sounding redundant

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