not so pretty. no,seriously

my ink stained letters
yes,letters...
yes,the very ones that gleam when held up in the light
 
they go ahead and shyly smudge the dreams

the skipping and laughing
the twirling and running
dreams

rainclouds carry my laughter
a butterfly flutters
a florist somewhere lost his balance
petals just rain down


these dream bubbles float high
every night

every morning
yet another concoction


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