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In Memory of My Imaginary Friend

i wish that i could say
that we parted with
loving goodbyes, or that
there was a reason
you had to die.

but you were still
hop scotching and jump roping
and i had just discovered
the magic of lipstick, cars,
and movie theaters
and i’m sorry that one day,
i stopped holding
your imaginary hand.

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