She wears green tights and
a soft velvet crimson dress
She's a funky Rose

Cold candy
Pop rocks bursting in the morning hail

My mouth a mess and mind untested
Tired and still

The morning reaches out to me
But nothing gets better at this time of day

I wish my words could carry me
Like I carry a them, away

As feelings get deeper,

your heart gets heavier.

You feel it in your chest.

As they will burst
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   　　            ˚  ·   like a star　　　   ✫ ·  　　
.   　　  ⊹
  　 . 　  　 · 　　
       ✵   in the universe. 　  　
·  . 　 　* *    ✦
　　　. 　✵  *  .

Surrounding the moon
A big dark shadow follows
The moon everywhere