You've got flowers and sword fights
An oceanic conglomeration
Of things changing
And ever changing
A fever
A sickness
Depression
It ails
And heartache that triumphs
Regenerates silk
Spilt soil fertilizes the garden
Golden tendrils sneak into the atmosphere
Curling and looping
Connecting
Like wires on a telephone line to your call five hundred miles away
To your call
To your call
To your call
400 miles away
300
1.5 miles away
From home
From my living room
From stepping
From skipping
From dancing
My way to you
I don't know why
I don't know how
But something
Something sparked
Firelight
Ignited by sunset
Empowered by sets
Sets of flowers
Sets of gold
Sets of feelings
Wrapping in a pretty pink box
With a bow
You've regained yourself
You are yourself once again
You
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