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Jupiter Skies
Marissa Party

I spoke the butterflies out of my stomach
in flying colors, I spoke in tongues of dreams
that were incomprehensible to you,
so I learned that they must not be languages at all
and started talking in default, practical, business blue.
Doesn’t anyone ever get tired of the color of the sky?
I mean sure, it’s nice, but it’s always the same
pleasing color of calm, like a neutral,
even though it’s not one.
Let’s go somewhere with an orange horizon
and debate if it’s angry or excited.
Yes, Jupiter sounds nice.
Sorry, I mean that city
down the road we’ve never been to.

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