a fragment of time

i like to play pretend so let me twirl this way for more than this split breath of time let it not decay let it be rolled and unrolled into a ceaseless red for my imagination to parade without its fear of edge

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juniper child these moments when the figments of your mind align with an orbiting truth when the sun is ruthless in hugging all that is stained with disobedient chatter or flattered with wind kisses c

no, i might not get you the moon but know that i’ll love you trying