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Floating in the silver breeze. A sherbet sky glistened upon her wings A fairy lass so small and sweet floats without a cease Bending grass and trees Awakening flowers from the freeze
A liquid asset currently in my safe. In bullet form it can kill a werewolf. He who has the desired personality type women want. The color one’s hair turns with age/stress.
Precious to me is he who's friendship is geater in value than any metal. He who suffers the pangs of loneliness, self-mutilation of failure, stings of two unrequited loves, labido's growling stomach,
I wish I had my days of innocence Of silver eyes and purebred hearts I wish I could just hold your hand again But I keep forgetting Your hand was never mine to hold.
B L I N D I see the way he looks at her He wants her He would brighten her The perfect two Oh, joy! Like they were matched Meant to be But, She's too blind!
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
I love the girl with the vampire bite
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
How did you see me? Was it the color upon me? There is nothing different about this faceless creature So now I ask
Remnants of voice say the eyes sold the soul. Kindness, love, and darkness through hazil hole Longing to be filled by moments of you Memories of your heart and eyes so pale blue.
Magical, powerful makes me feel different, And at the same time timid and miniscule. Like the sea in the morning right at dawn, Or when it’s going down at dusk. Like a nickel, dime or quarter,