The Imaginary

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I always thought you were bogus,

fake, unreal, not true,

I thought you were an image,

a figure of imagination.


I thought you were an unknown thing,

roaming somewhere else,

on an imaginary island,

were imaginaries live.


but now that I see you,

looking in the eye,

I notice everything I missed,

such so long ago.


I just want to touch you,

see if you are real,

feel all the things,

I used to always feel.


like I said before,

I thought you weren't true,

and that is all I think,

when I imagine you.


Dedicated to my family

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