Hop
i want to crack open the ink stained moon and stir the clouds astray
i want to weave spring with autumn so there is nothing too dark or grey
i want to balance the sunbeams on my forehead and store smoke in a jar i want to swing in the skies
hopping through mountains
as my feet still caress the grass
i am a greedy little lover
i want more of the world than the world can offer
i want the sun with the stars
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