Sunflower kisses and sugarcube dreams dissolved in the heat of the day,
I wish we could be more than the strangled afterbirth of the sun, wrapped
around the neck,
of the world, in its sleep,
falling back to earth in this wicked blissful dream,
from which I can’t wake up,
and I never will dream,
anything half as sweet of you
 
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