boy, if railroad tracks aren’t a flight of uncarpeted stairs. you brought those two together for me. and if strewn isn’t what the bladderpods aren’t doing with themselves, carpeting your way to this sky…. i always thought i should read more edna. but it’s you who takes me to the color-strewn sky every night, and brings back these souvenirs of sky flowers that don’t otherwise last that long.
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boy, if railroad tracks aren’t a flight of uncarpeted stairs. you brought those two together for me. and if strewn isn’t what the bladderpods aren’t doing with themselves, carpeting your way to this sky…. i always thought i should read more edna. but it’s you who takes me to the color-strewn sky every night, and brings back these souvenirs of sky flowers that don’t otherwise last that long.