a continuation

in my front yard

gentle giants spin in circles

and misplaced thieves are grown and

flourish among their mazes

in my front yard, there are holes

for us to fall into

but maybe the trees can reach down and pick us up, someday

in my front yard

i have found my tree

in my front yard, the somber souls can float above the grass and

we can create masterpieces with our eyes

the lives can move lazily through each other

and if one of them breaks they are made whole

when they are ready to be made whole again

in my front yard

everything is flavored and colored and bright

and there are trains to take us to our homes

and wolves to guard us from ourselves

in my front yard

we are not real

unless we are

because maybe it's better that way

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I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE BLACK DRESSES FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.