clare wasn't real
she was a figment of imagination
of tom's imagination
he would think and think and there was clare
he would talk to her in his sleep
take her bowling, go on hikes
she gave him back massages
he rubbed her feet
then she'd disappear in the day
come back at dusk
they went to the park
played on the jungle gym
tom was in love
it was the summer
it is the summer
the summer of love.
-------ManOfLoveEventually MOLE
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