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Heat Lightning. |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. 
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You spiraled in velvet blue tickled my neck with fingers made of fireworks You closed me off, a gas leak in an abandoned house filled with fetal memories waiting, and ready to be burned. You spiraled in velvet blue traced my chest with fingers made of fireworks. ____________________________________ Bad Habits. (series) P Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth, |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"with fingers made of fireworks" that is too awesome!  |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
sparkling...  don't wait for the storms to end~ |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Paul Is awesomer a word? I think that's what you are with each post. L, H |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
Sea. Thank you. Thanks brown eyes. You sparkle too. Unbound... Thank you for your support. I love that you like to read my shtuff. P Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth, |
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