Thinking of nothing but pleasure and fun
Far,
Far,
Far away they run
Off the edge of the world...
They whisper strange dreams
And yearn, hopelessly
For ground, as they dance above clouds.
Smearing stardust and frozen glass seconds on
Skin
That prickles as the wind rushes past
In this strange new world,
They
Fall
Breathing in neonate stars, cradling supernovas,
Leaving comet trails of memory and dream
They know not of what they do
Only that they do it true















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