helium balloons

p: fairy floss

his words were cotton candy
sweet, fluffy somethings painted in pink
fine and delicate
when he talked you listened to the
tendrils of sugar
that would wisp from his mouth
and nearly
dissolve
in
the
air
you would sit there with curious ear and held breath
you would indulge in your sweet tooth and let 
his words spool around your brain
and reduce all comprehensible thoughts to cavities

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