Imaginary lovers call and I am addicted to the sin that they suggest
I am alone yet surrounded by sweetness
yearnings arrive and unveil a deeper darker side of me
Slicing away another piece of my soul
Youth has spent me, I walk slow
Even in July I am cold
Imaginary kisses
I listen for non existent voices
Then sleep dreamless
Now the pause
In between reality and imagination
I don't know my own name
July 8 2014
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