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If I could pick dandelions
on the moon
or toss coins into
Cassiopeia’s depths
I’d wish for roses
and a notebook
because I want to
preserve the way
your cheeks blush like
red wine on a 
white dress,

but I hope you know
you’re more than stains-
there are ripples 
in my veins and
you’re to blame
for the feathers floating
in my chest.