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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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