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imagination

the end of a parting day
in the dark farms barks
fades of the light fright
howling din rats in bin
dark clouds in the town
 
stillness begins all to fold
walking across the tolls
save my wheels to be told
a drowsy tinker in hold
 
keeps away from thy climb
monsters feet in the decline
all boys republic of all mine
to shine thy master so kind
 
in a bubble of molten mass
pops up by the garden path
smiling flowers in deep past
as fruits rot a decaying race
lets all go back to our grace
imagination that’s all it takes

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