Kisses and a Few Thousand Pins

In reverie's abyss,

dandelions whistle and jump

to the motions of the riverbeds kiss

By Vienna we are saved,

when the dust has a

seedless response,

void of merlot; desires unscathed

My heart has never suffered

The end has only ever succumb

To the beings stuffed inside

Within this light that shines above

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My heart has slightly died

With the words that drew me in

I never thought I would open my third eye

Tied to the sound of a thousand pins

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About the worlds that never met

And the sounds that only said

Life is about color

And yet I have never been red.

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