spreads like plague

Dec 28, 2005 19:29

We walk on moonbeams.
Our toes leave sunken crevaces on the memory of flawless black powder.
We drift away on the atmospheric breeze,
and burn to our cores,
lit ablaze in the blinding light.
An appallingly enticing sight of sheer brilliance.

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rhyme godforhire December 28 2005, 20:55:20 UTC
written for me!? i love you ejt!?

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lost_at_sea___ December 29 2005, 11:00:31 UTC
thats really beautiful

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thepenguinmafia December 29 2005, 19:15:18 UTC
why thank you

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