Wednesday

i sometimes. 

sometimes i write my own obituary and
sometimes i wonder what five feels like again.
sometimes i pretend the whole world is in
the palm of my hand and sometimes i
kiss all the stars goodnight.
sometimes i question humanity and sometimes
i wear boy clothes. sometimes i dance with
the sunflowers naked after dusk and
sometimes i wonder what life would be like
with a pocket full of wisdom and
a set of nice teeth. 

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