Sometimes wish to put
A collage of me
As it stood,
Before you,
Before this time,
And perhaps ever after,
Wish to write you a flowery chapter,
Like putting a bunch of flowers,
A few Orhan Pamuks,
Museum of innocence,
A scroll unfurled like a fluttering breeze
With only happy happy falling blue gold morn like sense,
And p three one double o's,
And a compact songy disc
On the sky flashing a rainbow,
As a collage true,
Dressed by this arrive of autumn
Like clouds of cotton...
Floating...
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