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Flowers and Suns With Purple Moons
I’m sorry to tell you my mind has fallen apart. As I hide in the cracks of the sidewalks heart. A piece of bone, fragilely approached the surface. An old man so strange reached for my brain. He told me, That the candle in my mind has flickered into nothing More than a spark in space. Technically none of this happened. Just a waste, you must forget the taste. Walk away with nothing but a pale hand. Use your mouth to curse the breaking sun. And you were told as a kid never to step on the cracks. It’s a wise choice. The life down here isn’t so great, Even if the one you loved took you all the way. Smart lies hide behind your eyes. As I wait in the morning frost. The dew on my cheeks melts into summer showers. Not mentioning the burning desires, my minds on fire. Eyes a blazed, my skin so hot. Prick me with a needle and lava will spill out, You’re mistaken that’s just smoke for the taking. I’m filled with it and once you see. I am soon going to be your enemy. Now don’t leave yet. That means it will end. I smell nothing but the breath on the back of my neck. Let the mysterious flower divide her petals.
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