The morning sun is
not the only energy
warming up my skin.
Pocket full of dreams
written on a post-it, placed
under a glass cup.
Discovery in
the lighthouse! It shines brighter
soaking up the Sun.
Friendly feline brings
the separated siblings,
together again.
Stay with me: though the
grass has turned brown, we can make
it turn into gold.
In this story, you are
the victim and I am the
yegg. How should this end?
Leading you with a
question, I hope you guide me
with a pure answer.
Paper thin skin for
the black ink in your heart; start
your story on me.
Mountains move in this
world I have created.
Move yours into mine.
Switching from willow
to cactus, I get what I
want, from what I need.
I found a wild
unicorn, not from Scotland,
but in Riverside.
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