I dreamed I rode a blue bicycle,
Hair streaming out behind me,
I dreamed Apollo was flying above,
And that you were there beside me.
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turning obstacles into popsicles
And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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