One Hundred Dreams Old
~swiping paper machetes
mansions in trees~
~cotton clouds
chasing bees~
how we believed
in imaginary swords
~kill the monster,
save the queen!~
Chinese sparrows speaking english,
~Allies in the sky;
Spies in the cusps of trees~
Monarchies dubbing us King and Queen!
two best friends have no limits
with imagination under our belts
we were one hundred dreams older
than everyone else.
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