Aware of nothing and no one
Dreaming vivid colors that transend playfulness
Holding strong thoughts with suspended joy
Fields of stained and shattered musings
Calendars of harvest leave such frightful normal days
Healthy only because of an insane innocence
Tripping on thoughts of you, dependent on u
Breathing, clinging, wanting u
Knowing nothing of you.
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