6 – dream things
Have you ever seen
the girl who can cry confetti?
Every shake of her head
scatters the celebrations
from her lachrymals
She wants to baptize you
In paper rainbows.
It’s freaky, I know.
But don’t turn away,
you can’t drown.
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made me smile. Sweet.