hearts & bones
whispers
together
like tall
grass
on windy
plains
who listens
to them
will in
them find
peace in
obscure
fluids
mimicing
green hot
ice
in
praying
mantists
on their bedroom
walls
on
yellow leaves with
spots of summer
still present
in a beautiful memory
of June
even in proud toadstools
& the
playful
drawing thereof
hearts
& bones
goes together
like the glue
but with
mansaving
air pockets
sewn into
their awe-inspiring path
for the all time oxygen
rush
(rush)
(rush)
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