The Imagination You Had
Dear seven year old me,
You had many adventures.
The imagination you had was wild.
You were the deer in the woods,
Running as fast as you could from the hunters.
You were the pirate who sailed the swings.
You were the creator of monsters.
You gave souls to toys.
The imagination you had made you the giver of life.
Love,
Kortny
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