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“Just hold that happy thought, Peter…”
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Just hold onto those happy thoughts hun

And don't let go

lest all the wild things

we've kept dark at home

will take mold

and grow blinding cotton fields

only the teeth of our guillotines can sow

can you see?

within their matted fur?

now shone by that old cold sun?

oh! how it lights up those

sleepy stars like slitted eyes

in some forever jungle hummed

as part of a daydream

or a river-

a river that rages on

and on

and on

towards that flat line

seen by glassy eyes

not knowing why...

only a pearl of an inkling

that it came from the pain

we had both felt

once we left each other's chests bare

not knowing our fangs were the only things

that plugged the holes we made

before we had met

or at best the string that could've held

the creeks of our palms

twined, tangled, and signed

like the shower tiles for our hair

maybe in another life

the ink never runs thin

and rages on

to blot out that old cold sun

there, we can let them roam and graze

with eyes open

while our lips sink deeper and deeper

into each other, until calling our names

echo hymns we forgot

were a part of someone else's dream

assuring us that the only thing

which shades the contours of our faces

are dancing fireflies

from those thoughts

we promised each other

to never let go of