Vague Memories of Being Ten

I am well-behaved.
I toss my salad of extremities
inside where nobody
need see them or abide them.

I slide between their glories
and the stories I must tell
to make you think
that I am well.

Oh, I am well!
Under my secret spell.
I will not bring the magic to an end.
I am my own imaginary friend.

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