I Can'T Fold Down These Fallen Stars
I've eaten enough stars in my dreams to know that the wishes leave a unique aftertaste. Something akin to spoiled blueberries and lilypads. I knew my dreams were vivid but this is too much for my stomach to handle. I wake up as if I were falling, losing last night's dinner on the way down.
Copyright © Rich P. | Year Posted 2019
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