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Aug 2018
At Tommy’s age of being seven,
He had a friend named Augusto.
This is his own imaginary friend,
He was so nice, he loved him so.

They’d play and laughed together,
Thinking that he wouldn’t hurt him.
Young as he was, he was so clever,
Wanting him to meet his friend Tim.

Augusto wanted for him for a friend,
Tommy introduced him, he was nice.
Tim wanted this for Tommy to begin,
Just they played together till the night.

Then the night came and he vanished,
Tommy was so sad that he was leaving.
He cried all night till he had no tears left,
Just as the sun rose, he was back again.
Steven Bowman
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Steven Bowman  21/M/United States
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