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To my Imagination

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mySeity

Published: Aug 3, 2004

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you've made me count to ten and still explode
you've broken the inner conflicts which were about you
anyway...
you've made me wonder what puns are intended
and who was meant for sitting on the broken pieces
from the slipping stars and heavens
you've made me climb to the nearest height and
weep from atop citadels and ashes
you've been my incubus and recurring angel
shining in the nightmares which didn't want to include you/
didn't want to include you...
short of saying save me
before breaking sanity can save you
I just want you to know...
you're more than just a fragment--- to my imagination

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when I wrote this, I just wanted to cry...
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play on italics, which was somewhat not intended. I'll come edit later with a stock image...

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