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“Haircut”
Over the black hole,
A frog jumps my own weather-
Rainbows in your knot.
Sweet dreams fill each mouth,
Crossing out of this gold shape-
To our ugly kiss.
Open sky will close,
Across that clean fluffy box-
Wind mixing around.
We open hearts up,
To bring the string behind me-
Fantastic ruins.
They swim in honey,
Opening along a cup-
We list each other.
Spectrum pulls apart,
Another lost log to fly-
With dreamers to brush.
Alle O’Wishous Zanderman
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Haircut-Poem-Gel-Pens-Dark-Paper-975998057
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