you paint me red
with your bristles
and tickly stanza's
of old keys
and doors that
could love them
you print me
on blank paper
now i'm bigger than me
bigger like you
tuck me in the cream
pages of your book
and carry me
and I'll be so pleased
bursting inside
like tiny starry fireworks
that will never
that will never
be swallowed into
empty space
or open sea
-starflowerandindigo

enchantedhappy xoxo
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