An Angled Canopy

Red sun shines dimly on the figure eight of your paratrooper heart.

Orange disc-shaped diamonds sparkle amid your camouflaged Thoughts of Rage.

“A twist, please. And a strawberry cone for my friend here.”

Wander, wander. Speak your truth.

Sing of pomegranates for peace.

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