Good morning, I love you.
Statue, fossil, relic Of yesterday’s breezy heat, You landed here some time ago and decided to stay. Friend, I’m lonely, And you’re dead, But you’re great company. You’re still, and quiet, and I am fast and loud, Fluttering around, eyelids flapping, Lens snapping, Trying to capture us both in a shadowbox.
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