The Cloak

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Correspondents with the outter limits

Correspondents with the outter minutes

Counterclockwise, sideways, up

Loose direction, change things up.

Candles turn off, no oxygen

Last moments of sunlight

All is dim.

From a Crack in the corner wall

I see the most beautiful shawl.

A cloak for me, I put it on

In an instant I was gone.

Somewhere else, I did not know

It had a certain mystical glow.

Hues of Blue, Red and Yellow

I feel like a Marshmellow

Soft , Big , stretchy , sticky

I can do Anything!

🙂 🙂 🙂

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