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my imagination flos

Poetry By: x epicfail x

its about my imagination and how it works

Submitted:Mar 1, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

it comes it goes the imagination flows. its wacky and weird.nothing to be feared. its how my imagination works. I don't think I wright no plan, no sight. it comes from my inner emotion. I sit and stare sometimes glare.but wouldn't you? would you sit for a minute imagine your in it. i would. i speed it up i slow it down, its how you really read it. i know this is weird and its gone all nonsense. i like rhyming, in my head sitting in my bed. i guess im a poet and i know it. my imagination comes up with its self,i use my imagery to help. im funny i guess but thats nothing less to how i use my imagination. or is it the way i dress?


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