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Amertie

Published: Dec 26, 2008

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i tried to catch you
a shining, pure white star
for your present,
but it escaped my fingers.

(if you want to,
we could climb onto a roof at night
and pretend that we are
among the stars.)

and maybe we would end up
catching a dream.

-

we should get paintbrushes
and paint everyone's heart
the purple of sunsets.

-

maybe we're all like
beta fish. maybe we're all
secretly fighting our
reflections.

(if you were a beta fish,
you'd be a gorgeous
deep blue one.)

-

maybe you and i
are two different shades of
blue -
different, but alike enough
to understand the other.

-

you said:
rawr means
'i love you'
in dino.

so,
rawr.

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