like the sand running through a timer
or running through a shore
night drifts gathering technicolor
grit into the channels of my eyes
sending me on a short
holiday with imaginary friends
on excursions no travel agent could offer
relaxing under toffee apple trees or
taking a sip of lemonade lakes
The Inkwell 
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Cool 🙂
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