ImaginationA Poem by Lisa Moorethis is how imagination works darlingYou are poison running through my veins Infecting every cell I sit upon my chair Hoping you can't tell You are a dangerous curse Put on me by a witch hey babe, come with me? Maybe we can ditch? You're my personal drug Infecting me at night Imagine this: Me cuddled up in your arms You holding me so tight This is imagination, Darling Hoping things come true Learning what people are Well at least what they seem to you
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