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Jul 2016
U are not real
so clearly
U can be a
fantasy
in my mind
U exceed all
logic and
comprehension
U shake me
to my core
and challenge
my normal
thinking style
U exploit my
****** sensibility
and
social awareness
U are my
PHAN TACY
U are not real
as I continue to
tell myself
Hoping that
U will vanish
like smoke in
a blowing wind.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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