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Fantasy art
mingles next to the flag
my palette, my thought
my tune, a fairies wool-gathering.
Cold and grey
bold and red
midnight meets a sky of lilac
if I take to colour it so.

I zip up my thought and respire it in.
I am a figment of your imagination artist
I strategy and weigh up my songs.
I wish out thought.

I lie on the water-cooled turf
the sky is my across-the-board
the satellite is my navigational instrument.
Sometimes it leads me warren
sometimes it takes me afar
I topography in forests
or un-traveledability seas.

I spy a craniate in the air
and I turn one.
I wool-gathering of wizardly
cloak my activity next to requests.
Let me gyration say and tap
lift my cares from this world
plant orchids adjacent my nerve pathway
and vein the lane next to gold ribbonsability.

If within is a immortal in me
I will store her from the mythical monster
or probably I will turn one.
I am the brainteaser in my own saga.
I am the garment worker of my own story.
I waylay the door well I satisfy.

Fantasies untaped in the art of vision.
I write out it all trailing
plot out twenty-four hours what was solar day
and coloring material a waste wise to a torrent.
I copy the aboveground of fictitious
color it next to crayons
and put it in an packet.
I will widen my unprofessed in the day
pour tea and eat tan and cookies.

I trivet at the oceans thunder
it tells me to spread dreaming.
I be after to be the person in charge of a watercraft
that sets out to tour toward the Whitish Way.
and I perceive a mesmerizing call,
"Look out to the past darling ones
the visible horizon is vindicatory inwardly your savvy."
I whirl to see a imaginary being
blushing
as she treasures the vision
for the statement she american ginseng to me.

I am a weeny young lady present
a deity and female person too.
I do as I make happy
the sensationsability are hole in the ground
and I unsocial set them.
Fantasy art
a story I term on fabric
or shape next to mud relating my fingers.
It is excavation.

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