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Fantasy
Where does fantasy stop
And reality begin,
Is the concept
In and of itself
Simply fantasy,
Can one exist
Without the other,
Thoughts drifted
To her blog and
The messages sublime
Or otherwise
Wonderfully woven
Into her fabric of things,
Memos to herself
Or a gateway to a
Footloose and fancy free
Fantasy from which
There was no escape.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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