Disregard
the aroma of the carousel
Disregard
the unforgettable thirst
Disregard
the saturating hunger
Disregard
the mist in your tone
Disregard
the fears that dwell inside
Disregard
the yearnings you bury
Disregard
the cravings you once had
Disregard
the sarcasm in this riddle
Disregard
the awakening of the tension
I am accepting
that you continue to disregard me
Storm of Ink 
Amazing. 😊💖
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Thank you!
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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This is good! So sad to be disregarded though.
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Yes it is – thank you Stella!
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Welcome Braeden!:)
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I can’t disregard anything, except the edict: “Disregard!”
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Very true
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It is very frustrating… Another good poem…
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Yes it is, thank you
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