The clicking heels level,
where smiles burst out of ears and paintings of delicate holidays
are falling out of mouths.

Hugging until the clouds part;
to taste the moment while it stays.

A launch that lands on lips,
a launch that has clothing talking to the floor.

And these are the paintings we create.

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