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A Figment of my Imagination,
Once lost amidst the rock and shale of breaking day
Like a calamitous descent into the abyss,
Now Plays with furtive, Dancing steps
Upon the Butterfly Beats of my fretful Heart,
Singing like the mourning dove
A Song of Sweet Anticipation
As Time Balances upon the Sill of Tomorrow
And I hold my Breath
In Hope
Unsure
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~Morgan~
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