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Stitching stars to
cobwebs
And bouncing on
Rusted trampolines.
You bleed gallons of glitter and smile toothless fractures.
When
It's midnight
Blue jingles.
Thorned
mermaids are jeweled
ashore.
Wearing the same hoodie,
In the same envelope
of glitter.
You are tossing
Rainbows.
A Topsy-Turvey Land.
Eyes studded with
Neon bubbles,
Castles on
the windshield
You invite spiders
For dinner
And reek
Constellations
To be served.
Those fifthly
Strangers
Football lovers to
hell
And especially
when
You know round
Fish-bowls
Are nothing , just
Cute-Costumes.
Much needed
Studio- tissue rolls.
But everytime,
Everytime.
A clock whispers
Three
A website chants
Pearled and
Procrastinated
Tale of
A timid daffodil
weeping for just
Another
broken ,
earthen pot.
You blink
Once and
Like.
Pipe in
More towers
And Again.
Run
to chirp over
Those
Curls and dimples.
For next
Drizzl o' frizzle
Remember
My sweet.
There are
Storms on
Mars,too.
Yes , maybe
I shush clouds away
But they still
Stay
dangling
Puckered and hidden
Beneath my
Purple
Rustic sheets.
They Tickle me to
Those landau frames
Which are all woven- tiaras
Needled and collared
with snowflaked
freons.
Now and then
We , wry to
Fold away
Those thirsty souls
Lying desolated,
Unkissen.
In our
colossal cupboards.
Yes, I pebble
Santas
As
I dwell in a world
Where
Christmas
Elves shrivel.
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