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my close friends always 

called me a 

space cadet 

 

they were not wrong 

 

I am smoldering hot 

yet so wildly cold 

 

too difficult to describe 

but I guess that’s what makes me 

a work of magic 

 

I would drift off into 

lands of the unknown 

unbounded 

and leap into waters 

that ran freely 

 

my imaginary friends 

held my small hands 

as I capered through 

lush meadows rich 

with periwinkle colored 

flowers, and tulips 

but one day,  

my land of the unknown 

evanesced. 

 

the water drained 

until it was parched 

my imaginary friends left me 

the meadows went up in flames 

and the tulips withered 

I was flown to the real world.

 

and I was left 

with nothing 

but silence 

consuming my mind 

 

and oh god, 

did that lead to some 

unimaginable things 

 

-space cadet 

 

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