Can you make the sun burn out?
Can you make the seas dry up?
Can you make the skies turn green?
Why not?
Enter my world,
come in and you’ll see
possibilities all around
like plucking candy from a tree.
Oceans of purple
and skies of emerald
cotton candy clouds and a pink sun
with perfect heat.
There can be hearts of stone,
beating unbreakably.
Hair strung of all colors,
silver and gold.
Yellow sponges in each skull
absorbing the secrets of the world.
In a perfect world
what’s there to do?
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