and the violet creeps toward me slipping
through small buildings as they blush fluorescent
still moisture blankets reach for the
mountains, but they don't care I
imagine them hearing that dog
barking with a laugh while rightward
black trees are disappearing
the sparks on my hill's sister flitted
lost, the cost of sparkling eyes and their
playground. (tree whispers take over, birdflapping
wings, hush dear,
what you see is yours.
Cody + Nick
14 years ago
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