wish I could post the meteor but still trying to figure the darn computer
today the sky is blue a breeze to inhale and mercury sharing a drawer with spoons forks not welcome and knife only if necessary in a vial I make it dance left and right we waltz and try to eat the soup the piece of meteor on a shelf landing on earth heavy in ones hand a mystery to invade my heart i smile no one coming in my house recognize it for what it is the universe out of reach but not to me as I travel in my dreams and no value I walk pluto on a leash
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