Tip-toe through the daisies
Tip-toe through the daisies
It’s cold here.
So then, I close my eyes
and I imagine things.
I imagine that I
can tip-toe through the daisies
which lie buried under deep snow
I imagine them bloom, and-
then I imagine them grow
into a sea
of devastation
a sea of utter raw beauty-
you…
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