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leave it on the table


I can't leave it on the table    
cuz ima forget about it.    
Like the flowers.    
Strange way to put it but    
come for me    
like a puddle traveling through itself    
it grows    
until it desires to run    
then it gives back    
    
I slept through the rainbow and    
we are unimproved.    
    
If I leave it on the table I won't forget,    
it will haunt me     
in its placement, its natural state    
shine some light as if a reflection would change it,    
and all at once the glittering leaves spread themselves    
close to suicide but it's just a visit.    





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