What if you belong in my imagination? Sometimes you are diamond shine. And sometimes it is a bleak day. What am I afraid of? And what are you?
I do not wish to consume, I will keep your perfumed secrets. I wish to entwine and entangle, make some beautiful mess.
I do not wish to be stronger as a whole than apart. I am fractured, in need of my own crazy glue. To strengthen and wisen and to see us both explode into twilight crackling fireworks.
I know you don’t belong in my imagination. Don’t let go.
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