I wanna french kiss imagination…

I wanna french kiss imagination while neon pink and beige lasers with sparkly tips shoot out from us and dissipate into pink dusty powder that tastes like cherry pie…

I wanna devour books while floating in a river on a boat made of gold pussy willows that lick my face…

I wanna run away and not know where I’m going  and then turn into a bear and find a cave and roast marshmallows while dreaming…

I wanna lie down and pretend I’m dead for 56 nights in an origami box made of paper made of the moon…

I wanna find my own white wolf…

xo

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