dear you, the weight of my words are understandably light on your fingertips but do they take any sort of toll on your insides. the way your stomach suddenly realizes and your knees steady to the idea of it all. flowers dancing on the edge of cliffs, jump with such encouraging wings and land within the colours of my mind. the vivid appearance might remind you something from outer space but it's actually right here in this space, within me, it is me. you see. a piece of me goes into the words which grace that page which floats within the air to crash land in your mailbox for your expectant eyes to open them and absorb them through such delicious eyes and how the wait for these little pieces keep you alive, i hope you get more soon. they're floating..
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