In a doll land they met and journeyed to sunset sunrise. They shared hands and ate watermelon candies. The thorns were nearby but with caution they made it over the concrete bridges into new wonders. They talked of their old traditions and hurts. New planets they flew up to meet. Dark tunnels just made them dream. Perhaps it all was true and their questions had always been answers.
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Hi Kike,
This is going to sound weird, but I am sooo thankful that you took the time to edit this grammatically. I seriously cannot take in/ enjoy any sort of poetry or prose if it's not grammatically correct! This really spoke to me in it's beauty but lack of pomposity. Thanks for writing it... er, painting it... well, both! :)
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