i am just
a willow
weeping into a pool
of my own
reflections
the muse
skips stones
i watch
my thoughts
ripple
bottling your
golden glee
I anchor it
to the rainbows
you pursue
bonfires built
upon the insanity
of your poetic mind-
we set fire
to the darkness
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