there is a place where my mind plays
full of tomorrows, maybes and yesterdays
I will not call it a land of ghosts
for in it are those that I charish most
my friends and lovers, mentors and foils
a town of shades that sees me toil
and all the frenetic distracting vices
that burn away depressive crises
I know them all, and they know me
though they lack my stark reality
dolls or totems, archetypes or fetish
they are all my family that I have left
and if by act or cruel neglect
should I starve in my dark cave
I'll do it bravely among my own;
Among the ones who care to save me.
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