sound off.
im bouncing right
off your walls.
im itchy trigger fingered
and i might just be the king of cutting corners,
but now im cutting right through your concrete
canvas.
im painting you
in all my vivid colors
im framing us too,
were so summer and winter,
but fall and
even spring time too!
aint even a pastel im scared
of accidentally running my face
into,
long as its you,
long as were here
we should breathe deep
and inhale passion
with earnest desire
to be consumed by its fire
and shine with such brilliance
decorating the shadows
with every last one of its
engulfing hues.
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