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Morals are on fire good will towards men seek peace dreams are chased by sweet nothing and sleep has gone up to her bedroom for the night may i inquire? "take care, and I'll see you in the morning"
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red sweeps over blue sweeps over chocolate-covered imagination intensity falls in love and starlight runs away from home dreams are caught and woven into quilted sleep by the talented fingers of a seamstress named any lips dance over words tasting the walls of thought with quick wit and hesitant tongue; static is forever
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a dark abused metaphor skates on thinnest water, huddled in the sky paper teeth and opal eyes "can you please catch me some morning? yes, put it on my breakfast plate, beside the fireflies. fireflies remind me of your eyes, you know." a clatter the cat's tail a twitch an open cupboard a waltz your open hand is so very understandable "i think we ought to run away. to anywhere, of course. have you ever been to anywhere before?" can you feel the silent fingers doing their job, crafti
Shinji
-Aimee
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I always give a watch for a watch to photographers
Founder of: ~Limitless-Skies
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You're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter!
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