i recalled how tight i held on to you,
how secure you made me feel in your embrace,
how courageous i felt when i let the tears ensue,
you've always had one significant place.but somehow,
no matter how loud i yell,
in the winds of my pipes,
and the tissues of my streams,
i couldn't get the message to your brain,
that i wanted you to be real.( you were a million possibilities,
but like the forest of my thoughts,
none of them were real. )
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