well we cud stay sad or
mostly i am broken
-seashells scattering over the moon,
She was the brightest among the stars
knotted in the dark in the dark
we wonder until we find a lighter gre
-at as you might imagine & worthy
of space travel. But the rocket
screaming invisibly through thick night.
Unless you consider the proportions inverse to you.
& you can see if there's an igloo tucked in the
sky
she held my hand and said life is hard
but we still continue on our journey to
the foothills of salvation, our hearts
with glee & sweet citrus flavors
with a mint inflection. In addition to the teas & juices, her
most immodest of treats. To his
Dreams and hopes and Destiny
stays up late & takes you away.
-finished 5/19/2018 4:37:32 PM PST
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