…wishing I was the night, I would watch
over you with
a million eyes.
Like the monster cloud made of eyes,
I weep great oceans, and on the beach
bathe
your Tootsies.
You are animal, made of flowers,
And our dream lives
Are rounded by
Wonderstuffs.
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