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[veronafran]

sweet cream in the sky
i'm watching you now.
don't forget, won't forget
the reason for waiting -
one two three four counting,
there's still room for me.

prickly bed of life beneath me
hold me; i'll hold you someday.
my arms stretch out with greed for green:
i'm reaching into expectations -
tic toc tic toc round my face
the memories run like clockwork.

if i could stir the sky
as well as you have,
the palette would be doubly rife.
instead i'll just lie back and press
myself into the ground just so
firmly to leave an impression.