Fantasies unwind
Through the tissues of
My mind.
Broadcasting from somewhere,
I find stories.
I make them exist there,
On my page.
All I can hope
Is they ripen with age.
No expectations
Only happy salutations
To my new ideas.

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Fantasies unwind
Through the tissues of
My mind.
Broadcasting from somewhere,
I find stories.
I make them exist there,
On my page.
All I can hope
Is they ripen with age.
No expectations
Only happy salutations
To my new ideas.
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