I have a fantasy
of telling you my dreams
and drawing you a picture
of a constellation with our names on it
and weaving you a life
made of violin music and the color blue
a world where superheroes exist
and laughter is so pure
you could laugh all day
and not go mad
Mush
One response to “Mush”
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Too late; we are mad. I love this, EEP Sis.
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