frame your eyes, sting your knuckles.

To the land of walnut whales and bridges and balloons…we shall go! Each peach pear plum- sawdust and diamonds, and us- allegiance to a life of hovering under the moon, among the stars, balanced on a cloud. Finally we will be free spirits, running around the fields, boots filled with snow, being chased by monkeys and bears. Dance darling- there’s a place for us….Can we go before I turn to dust?

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