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IMAGINARY LOVER
Inspiration: Carol Ann Duffy
Your head rests on my soft stomach,
The weight of you lingering
Long after you’re gone.
The phantom of a woman,
Whose lips taste sweet as the candy -
Forgetting
In the middle of the old forest, there was an even older tree. It had seen countless parched Augusts, glacial Januaries, blue-skied Junes, rainy Aprils.