Penguins dancing behind your eyes,
Giving hints to the empty spaces within,
Wishing your elephants would return so you could escape the eternal
raspberries,
Of the golden fields. Red with stains of berries and blood,
Lying upon your petals in rain,
Willing your dandelions to cry.
Stunning eyes and jaded smile,
We sit as you scream meaningless lies,
In which are found the meaning of life,
Yours or mine we’ll never know and yet,
The truth is in the black butterfly that drinks nectar from,
Your fingertips as we attempt to open the bottle,
Of water that holds the goldfish inside,
So that he may worship the stars,
And the smashed faeries lean out the window,
And fly lopsided into the night,
Giggling in my ear and you attempt to walk across the pipe, and fall into
The wiggling safflowers below. Is your duck tape
Truly the master of all, or does he simply want fish?
Which are being fed to the penguins who declare, that
They are vegetarian with a indignant stare,
And did you remove the thorns from these
Petals, or can I simply not feel them,
When I am with you?

 
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