Sky lit in domes of rainbow,
reflecting itself back again,
strawberry and smoke
clouds determidly pass.
Alas
Fire roars triumphantly
Sublimating drops
incesantly nagging at its licks.
everthing a glissssining rodent
smelling green. Breath...
Alas
As night falls tickling
around the edges.
Alas
I become more
ready me
ready you
Alas
Missing
You
And Know Idea (ha!) or Who really)
Ahh, the breath , the obligation, of wet streets sparkling wanten.
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