“I’ll be honest, I’ll be honest with you”
Show your best side
Keep it there steady
When skipping around
When there is no skipping
A mold of truth
For all the apples in the dormancy
Active slumber lips
Shoulders beginning to point
Firm
Grasping for your air
Running to the center of the last moment we begin
Stunning sets in
Lives there awhile
“We’re gonna make a memory”
“If we’re talking I’m gonna tell you the truth”
In a note on the counter
Along the road when it crashed down
Besides the angles of angst
Within the shadows of kindness
Lights on the hidden intent
Flash it toward saviors
Where it grows in a building solitude
Wind in a winding bloom
All in the red changes outside
“I’ll be honest, I’ll be honest for you”
No limiting imaginations
Living in the dream arenas
Vacancy
A sign for the infinite
You have no face yet
Or understanding
Just an idea
Just a simple one
Fruit on a tree
Picking to eat
Then place in an basket used for the market
Arms hooked together
Soul vibration warrior
Giants in the art
Hopefully time is creative
In the truth
“You been wearing new jeans and shoes”
“Memory”
“Thinking about us, how I do”
Endlessly singular with lingering intent
One way streets
Visibly open
Hazy Acres 
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