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To an Imaginary Child

If I believed,
I'd say that God made me
both queer and asocial
to stop me making you.
I'd only be half-joking, too.

Wrapped in myself,
and all of my anxieties,
I know that love is not enough.
And furthermore not an excuse.
The ties of endurance fray loose.

The baby in the barn
is just, in truth, an empty crib
with wind against its crude supports.
I'll never give you name, or form.
And leave you in the light deformed.
Written by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
Published
Author's Note
"The baby in the barn" is a line from Nick and the Candlestick by Sylvia Plath.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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