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Moon Canopy Drizzling Laughter drenches my sympathetic face and the Weeping Willow comforts my Soul Sockets.
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The plentiful pockets of the earth provide haven, Heaven. Orange Beetles and Breathing Spiders season the mossy floor, tickling my mother's soft face. I trim her hair and fashion a Healthy House. My house is made with Love.
Blinking pastel lights trickle down from the Moon Canopy and tenderly awaken my Innocent Senses.
Shimmering Warmth The musty smell of mold spores and wasting red oak seeped into my pores. The floor squeaked and sqealed, with a dark undertone of secrecy, beneath my gentle step.
The light shown through the fading stained glass window, colorfully illuminating each and every particle in it's path; a Shimmering Shower of warmth. The comforting light on my face feels light home and it is here my soul is recuscitated.
Voodoo Soul Hubcap dreams shame the desert's decisive soft eye while slow humble feet drag across Sandpaper Troughs. Drunken Dust calls forth the decrepit Dawn Freaks. Yes they know already...
The Albino Begger pleases nothing but his moon. Trigger Thunder defies my Tree Trunk Arms, devouring my Voodoo Soul and Precious Pearls.
Tourniquet Boys The Spangled Sun mimics my ever churning cross-roads. I need not the Abused Angel's approval. Trident Tears trail soft sap down my cheek. The red giant forest is where I will lay.
Tourniquet Boys chase me to the hollow songs. The Metal Thunder above causes the Fingernail Cliffs to abort all hope and the wind assures the twilight; just a little longer. Trifling swamp holes yield exploding Mud Cathedrals with eaves of Tropical Thrust.
Mid-drift yellows spill over the greens and white rainbows.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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