what

what to say of this painting,

a woman,

or young lady,

on her knees,

comforting either man,

or beast,

which,

 I am unsure.

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planets or candy

 traveling through space and time,

jaw breakers,

or planets,

I am never quite clear.

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a jungle

a jungle of flowers and weeds,

dreams of an orderly garden,

dying with the the illness inside.

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victorious

hands overhead,

celebrating her victory,

she with the pick of mates,

happy ever answer,

more a guarantee,

than a hope.

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Home

warm before any fires lit,

home,

a place now only in my memory,

but once upon a time,

a place my soul could sing,

while my Dad bitched about my loud music.

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toys

toys of childhood,

flow through my head,

leaving memories,

and touching emotions,

experienced so long ago.

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planets locked

the solar system,

locked in place,

secure,

and safe,

or that is what they would like us to believe.

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