And the wild heart kicks and screams like an exhausted child.. and the mind soothes her, a loving mother. Too much excitement at the fireworks tonight, she says.. and they meet in the middle all salt tears and sweet stories of white doves broken free from our chests their cage.. whispered quietly to one another to wash it all for sleep. See how they carry our dreams in their little beaks? Lavender twigs and the purple petals.. up to the heavens as an offering to our stars.
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