for a while, I was dissatisfied with the way the clouds shifted to cover the minimal shine of the sun to hide my brighter days in a captured realm of warmth and simultaneous rapture of frozen temptations
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but now that a new sun has arrived in my circle of planets and stars, a galaxy surrounded in a smile wrapped up and presented in a beautiful bow made of velvet and adorned in loving kisses
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the sunflowers in my mind finally had a place to call home and a place to find comfort in as they searched for the love and happiness that took an eternity to find and only a moment to hold onto for my own.
wanting happiness and needing to write is a contradiction because a poet can never truly be happy