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I am a
Pretty flamingo
Totally weird
And completely
purple,
I Think my mum
Mated with a
Loggerhead Turtle.
There are many ways
To be happy outside of dreams
For me,
I found mine in poetry.
That’s my happy place.
It's a gallop, repeating rhythm
a voice singing moog music
swing in the bone marrow
smile is not optional, natural
gravitationally grabbing near bodies
for the dance to come

-cec
Maybe my heart
was born too small
for the love
it carries...

That's why it
shares it
just to
give itself
breathing
space
if i was a boulder with moss for hair,
i'd find a stream and settle there.
watching bugs and fish go by,
i think i'd like this rocky life.

the sun will brush my hair just right,
and birds will rest their wings from flight.
and underneath my stony feet,
rabbits will burrow, and love, and sleep.

and when a hawk shades ground below,
the mice will scurry and hide and know
that i am a boulder
with moss that grows.
the urge to exist and do nothing else smh

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