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i let him down –
the livid king –
the dream destiny of all the sums yet to be added.
i dreamt of nothing more than fingers typing away at it –
and, honoring those that laughed at me,
i felt
the horizon go up and down;
and, wobbling,
it squeezed the life out of
my cozy conscience.
writing isn't hard.
it takes the free-flowing nature of the green petals
of every flower in the flower bed
and white feathers
by doves and
masked ravens
to craft what every other name
can take into itself.
am i making sense?
not in the slightest,
but in the kindest
form
of baking into the seams
my initial smile upon watching
the screens being shattered.