Oh Imaginary

Oh Imaginary,
I wish that you were real.
You may be all in my head
But you know how to feel.

You know how hearts ache,
And heads hurt,
And how anger lights a fire.

You know of day dreams,
And shadow dances,
And the beauty of desire.

Oh Imaginary,
How I wish that you were real.

The End

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