And once you burst
open, unseen,
like a splatter painted sun.
I see the light
in the color,
and in my future.
Knowing all that I give is
granted to you,
for the sake of a passion
so curious,
it will open many shutters.
And framed pictures will break
in order to eliminate,
straight to penetrate.
Resurrect the page
of the words that
slowly kill the hours,
and friendly fires.
-Swillow
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