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An idea of her
A fragment of soul gleaned from
across the room. Surrounded by a mist of love
my daydream fills in the glove
that I can't be sure she fits.
Guessing games garner
a personality, how she walks, the way she laughs... Blinded by the fog
my figment is betrayed, my imagination has
strayed. I'm returned to reality as we converse
and my conception of her
dwindles in the light.