A window flies open and calls itself Real.
Every peice of sparkling life jumps into it and smiles.
While we sit together by a pond and dance along the mud
Traitors they sing but we take our breaths and jump away.
Abyss called affection, a cracked mirror perfection.
Tonight that's where we dream.
So Backwards walks up to us and kisses our cheeks
And night time flies over with star-like antiques.
Just don't hurt the clouds because Day needs them as jewels
But Harmony ran away with my red piano stool.
-More to come I think.
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