"I try to see
Try to understand
How you love me
Why you're my man
But, then again, you're not
You belong to no one
Though I still have a lot
I feel as if I own the sun
Well, I used to
Now I own nothing
But I still belong to you
And I cherish your ring
The ring you threw at me
It put me down
Everything that was to be
Is dirt upon the ground"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Imagination"
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