Hello.
How do you do?
I’m Fine. How are you?
Well, I am stuck inside this box.
Me, too.
My heart is protected, yet broken;
every beat seems like a promise.
Smother me under your wing.
I am the seeker of promise;
a ricocheting rocket of hope,
toward clouds, providing promise.
Like water is always wet,
your mouth maneuvers, full of promise.
Heart heavy, mind loaded, mouth crowded
with little pieces of promise.
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