Flaming

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Dreams come true

Bad boy

Lion pose

You take me to the moon

You conflict

Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry
…it’s been over years…
over something that’s left
this samsara
the memories blur and dissipate to the ground
I’m trying to knock myself alive
cry a little more, scream a bit
love a lot
but I’m left dissipating too;
dispersing with the winds themselves
trying to attach to whatever that may come my way
the leaves
the grass
the dew on grass
just anything that’s still there
barechested and green
willing to take it all
as I’m willing to fall way down