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My mind is a beautiful thing

you see

I can conjure you up

out of fickle matter

 

All it takes

is a swipe of my hand

and I have sculpted

you perfectly

 

Although I could

never taste you

feel the ridges in your skin

trace the lines that mar your body

 

I could never talk to you

listen to the moon

while you weep

over your transgressions

 

but

 

I would be able to imagine it

you told me to paint

a picture for you

erase those miles between us

 

You’d tell me

that we would be so beautiful

so fine, darling

pretty like those stars

 

Yet I couldn’t even touch those

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