When you fall onto concrete, what do you feel?
I feel the blinding, white pain piercing my skin.
I feel the burning trickle of blood spreading on my knees.
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Imagination is a flower with lots of petals.
Imagination has a different perfume every time you use it.
Imagination is a long strand of pearls.
Imagination whispers in my ears.
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Spring irises and french lilacs bloom in large fields.
Orchid roses rise in hearts out of my mind when I think of love.
My purple heart finds great joy in all things purple.
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