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Parks

You wouldn't like parks \
If you were me.

My pigeons gave me day in

False maroons and chalky gems.

Don't laugh at my buckets of little items;
You weren't there when the world happied

At my childhood with me. You wouldn't know.
Some doors still open to a flossy heart

That whistles in cadence with a tiffany dragon.
But my pigeons gave me day in
false maroons and
chalky gems

And you wouldn't like parks
If you were me.