November 2005
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Imaginary Man
Why do I want you? because I know not you but what I wish you to be Is that not the only way? you are a blank canvas, in which I paint the perfect man who says perfect things and listens - just perfectly I image you to be perfectly imperfect someone flawed, with silent scars as well as physical I imaging your eyes have depth – naive depth the anxious kind that is willing to learn and...