The dandelions are blown
Warm sheets of orange are
Born inside a star are carried to you
Now they conduct music with heat
It enters our room and turns green under the weight of our heavy breath. It softly transmits your energy to mine and mine to yours
We are not enough. It exits the room, golden once again, and breaks all of the convicts from their jail cells
They scatter like electrons. We don’t fear them when they circle close and we don’t miss them when they disappear
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My dear, one second of happiness can be reframed to be one thousand years
Gravity pulls me towards you like happiness brings a grin
Last year weighed one million pounds until that walk in the park
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A man with a pipe sits on the bench. His leather vest and moustache make him 30 or 70 years of age
The flowers around him are in full bloom
He removes a knife from his vest and beheads them all
Petals fall and stems split
Life drains and still he thinks about you, Copper.
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