For you,
I could slay
a mountain's doubt
(thinking it's a hill).
I could move
a dragon to fire-dousing
tears (telling it all
I would do for you).
I would hazard the moon
can't once in its blue self guess
how I'd go about plucking it
from its purple perch
to present to you
as a sorry present's
starry-eyed promise
of a future
with all I'll do
for you.
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