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The long, blinding rays shocked him.
His hands glowed silver, reaching for her brilliance.
She peered into the darkness, aching for his touch,
They gazed across
My voice
Is something which my ears fail to define
When it kisses the air, it splinters
Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks
Hooking round my pores and
Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
If I could change one thing, it would be to have something more. To come home to a house with an open door. To have a place to call our own. To not sound to gready to want to have a home.
I met this boy Jimmy and he was out of control
but I loved him so I left a few things roll
some things that I probably should've put my foot down to
but Jimmy made it seem like I was all he knew
My Sisters and Brothers , boy have we come along way, to be known as a unit , a force , and most important a team.
