If I wrote songs about love,
would you listen to them, my love?
If I wrote poetry about you,
would it make you love me too?
Figment you are
of my own imagination.
Sentient, yes, I am.
Dear, have no trepidation.
– Figment of My Imagination, 2020
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Author:
Quaint (Pseudonym) (
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I am sure there is and will be no trepidation in your life.
Andy
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