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green collisions topped with yellow petals no, white petals no, red petals no, pink petals i think i'm hearing the colors and tasting the sounds do you think we melt in heaven? i've always liked that thought melting the flowers are waltzing no, moonwalking no, they're doing the salsa no, pole dancing we're all flowers learning to dance in the wind we're all writers learning to pen down our words we're all artists learning to drip paint, quicker, faster we're all struggling to find our waves i've never danced before i tried once i cried i don't write poems for anyone i write poems to survive i need these words and broken stanzas like the flowers need their breeze, need their water, need their sun, need their breeze, need their water, need their sun, need their breeze, need their water, need their sun my liver is black these words are black my shirt is black the flowers stay full of color i wonder what would happen if we learned to love the breeze, the water, the sun, the breeze, the water, the sun, the breeze, the water, the sun, the same way the flowers do dancing
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
dancing
green collisions topped with yellow petals no, white petals no, red petals no, pink petals i think i'm hearing the colors and tasting the sounds do you think we melt in heaven? i've always liked that thought melting the flowers are waltzing no, moonwalking no, they're doing the salsa no, pole dancing we're all flowers learning to dance in the wind we're all writers learning to pen down our words we're all artists learning to drip paint, quicker, faster we're all struggling to find our waves i've never danced before i tried once i cried i don't write poems for anyone i write poems to survive i need these words and broken stanzas like the flowers need their breeze, need their water, need their sun, need their breeze, need their water, need their sun, need their breeze, need their water, need their sun my liver is black these words are black my shirt is black the flowers stay full of color i wonder what would happen if we learned to love the breeze, the water, the sun, the breeze, the water, the sun, the breeze, the water, the sun, the same way the flowers do dancing
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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