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My Poetic Fabrication


What would be different,

If what I chose was an

                Altercation

                                Revelation

                                                Procession?

Rather it’d be simple.

 

Complexities of androgyny

Of blending a harmonious future,

Of love,  of creation.

                Counteracting the poetic life for me.

The one made for me.

 

She told me to dream large,

Larger than the mostest ginormous, colossal mountain I could imagine.

 

It was the elementary years,

                Everything was clear.

                The fears

                                The tears

                                                Giant teddy bears.

 

Starting so young,

I thought I was at the top of my game,

High on my horse.

 

My endeavors ceased.

 

No one heard me.

 

But, I fought on…

                Destinations

                                Unknowns.

 

My castle of lovely dreams,

Surpassed my expectations.

 

I never gave up on my poetic fabrication.

 

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