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You put the con in conversation
You are with my words
While my words are with you
And your words trade your head for mine
Because a conversation needs two
I am but a figment of your imagination
A pigment of your infatuation
The stigma of your pigmentation
Stigmata of your crucifixion
The ignition to your expression
I am truly yours,
Yours truly,
Me
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Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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