"We float down sunlight streets and let our hair get stuck on our fingertips. weeds whisper, coaxing us to the grass wrapping their way through our toes. Slick pebbles weigh down your pockets. I braid sunshine into your hair. you’re glittering. I sew sunshine onto your skin, ribbons that glow warm. The hum of the wind catches on your breath. Butterfly butterfly."
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