it’s all right, don’t lay any guilt on me:

I am a cloud I am snow I am vanilla icecream I am this

I find it good to awaken in the morning like this, al-
though there’s some pink, and you might say that my face
is red

but mostly I am the other
and I’ve learned not to mind
it even though it makes some people
all I’ve got to do is
be this
and it’s easy
it’s all over me

and when I’m dead even my bones will be
and I find it all
an attractive

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