Imaginary Friends

Written Oct. 9, 2020

Call my name

Feed my vision

Crank the gears

In my old head

Then sit, wait

The smoke will rise

Drown the cries

So you can see

No more but

My dirty eyes

The rainbows

From my still brain

Disappear

As it will rain

The smoke clouds 

Begin to form

What some call

Friend

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[Annalisa (Marujuust)]

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