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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #1114797
Imaginary friends, a mother's dilema.
I heard you whispering again,
Imaginary playmates held your hand,
Silently I watched you sing and dance,
Envious of your shapeless fun.

Secrets fell and cracked wide open,
Like the plate 'Harry' knocked over.
Together with the broken delf,
Your friendship was stolen.

Needles pierced his secret skin,
Some sort of virus?
He couldn't be saved in the end.
Whispers silenced your lonely little hand.
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