kisses hot imaginaire
to separate from not-thin air
to turn from him, never known
to find the sun and call it home
to extricate from ties that bind
to slip from not-arms in the mind
how to kill a form not real
a ghost a spirit a thought a feel
a dancing sprite tugs me through
veils of misty never-true
a world of made up make believe
a heaven blue with no reprieve
not-lover why are you still here?
how can i make you disappear?
a brain that works except with this
you cannot wipe clean a never-kiss
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Silver Poetry 
Lovers of our imagination seem only to tighten their grip on our thoughts.
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so true
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