Twitterpainted
Everything she sees is glazed
Like the shards of a prism
Syrup
Sap, fluff, fizz, cream
Run back and forth through the crowd
like streamers
in windmills
And every time someone moves their lips
It almost sounds like
I love you
to her
Even the tranquilized faces that
pass by, continuous
motion of china-fied fingers in
green, painted hands
looks romantic
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