Into Your ArmsI am a pulpy sweetness. I am a silken sugar that melts under your salty fingertips.Into Your Arms
Please, forgive my fragile state; I am glassy and splintered beneath your weight. There are hairline fractures-- you see all the cracks. I know, I know; There's so much strength I lack. Throw me down and watch the sprinkles as I shatter, screaming, on the track.
I am a child. I am an old woman.
I hide these whispers in the dark. But beneath the bedsheets, you see my spark. My edges are jagged, and sharpened by doubt. There is blackne
StarfireWhen you look in my eyes, I try to hide that I am fire. I once thought we could live our lives, and I could control the pyre. But every time I draw a breath, and think that I could live in chains, I feel the quiet, little death of things that think they're tamed.Starfire
I'm only the comet you may never seize
as I slowly orbit your sun. I'm propelled by the hidden solar breeze making choices meant only for one. You know I yearn to make you smile as I'm drifting through your sky; but I can only stay awhile, I fade as time goes by.
I want to t
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I don't know
Tired
I appreciate it
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Tendebantque manus ripae ulterioris amore--
Reaching out their hands to the further shore in longing
(Virgil. Aeneid. 6. 314)
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a fawn in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
I has a lemon!
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are you sure what side of the cage you are on?
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Tacos!
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It's OK to beat up an old lady. If she really had it coming.
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Tendebantque manus ripae ulterioris amore--
Reaching out their hands to the further shore in longing
(Virgil. Aeneid. 6. 314)
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