Sometimes I just like to think about what an ideal place would be if I could be anywhere, and usually its just sunsets on a hill. So yea. Written in 2021.
there was a snake bathing in the sunset draped around the veins, the dead branches winter never welcomes reptiles but it wore twilight like a heat lamp jacket back flat, tobacco treat burning sweet the switchgrass swayed like waves in wind the blades carried my wading body as it bobbed and swayed to the scent of serenity lavender and apricot bled in the sky a marriage of pastels to perfect this pastiche this is art incarnate none could ever reach so please don't let me wake from this tranquil dream
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