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Updated: Mar 29, 2021

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I think you still exist Or, do you, actually, not? As image you persist Reality says, you do not.

You build me, every night, Story of colorful dream Daylight fades the colors Shredded bits scream

In receding light of day, I weave from those shreds Fabricate a picture of you With the broken threads

It comes alive at times Speaks to me at lengths Colors my dreams again Glues my weakening strengths

Your image is my reality As real as it can be You dwell in my present And say, you will love me.

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