trees so lovely hideous loom in my mind like so many judges i run but there can be no recourse for the path i have chosen
the fingers of my past still clutch the delicate strained tendons on my neck longing to choke crimson blooms into daylight that fades with my breath
there is no wrong or right only a whisper of the feather flying past my face twirling towards the death of the glow. the glow like heartbeats
i feel autumn in the highest parts of the world still, there is a kind of crisp feel to the atmosphere like crackling electricity of the brightest cerulean
all here and there are birds moving in a ballet of fluid blinks rushing the air like knights to battle
i can see the eyes of a shy smile with the crown of soft wheat silk , i touch the morning calm on a lake of faded electric,gorgeous in its shell of despair now worn so thin as to liken a crystal of finest glass
i can see through
on the other side is where this traveler of partial space will find happiest refuge folded on the warmth of cerulean, faded wheat scented of fire and mirthful crinkles just barely new to this world.
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