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I never meant to weave you together
I feel nothing as my cloud sags wet
below my tree of sweets and good
things i am infatuated
Violets with snapping jaws
Fluttering tree houses and good-looking deaths
I awaken only as my cloud brush past my head
Mesmerizing me with blazed droplets
Speak to me, my violet
do not abandon me in this worldly solitude
My tree house crashes with satisfaction
My deaths leave me with unpainted termination
I pretend to drown
When will the sun of my mind arise from the west
Returning me my popped corn shine
Leaking out from my half transparent cheeks?

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