master bricks

he spoke to me once about
a purple bubble - protecting
as is the mustard seed hanging
in a necklace - where did it go
where did these emotions grow
we had a good talk at nine
then life began again
and time swam by
not even looking at the bait
and life began again
and again flying the kite
was just not right
for he never finished
his story

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