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This is my first go at this kinda stuf, and im just doing it ccoz im at home sick, tell me wht u think.... ohhh and also tell me who u think 'she' is/ or who she reminds u of. If music is the food of love, within the soup of the night, then she is most definitely a crouton. Texture like the moon, silken, silver, slender, undeniable as purity, emphasized with subtleties. Omnipresent yet unobtainable, She has a name, but no-one need hear it. With dark eyes and a bright smile, she drifts away, like a feather caught in a whirring gale, or is lost to us, like tears in the rain. The sickly sweet tincture of her magenta soul, infatuating, intoxicating, alluring our minds to a point where decisions are made, pivotal, catalystic, cataclysmic. Her existence, mocking Tiresias, gushing with passion, and cohorting with our desires, and allying herself with lust, twined like caduceus, Thrusting our bundled self’s into the light. Clouded with crimson, unthreatening and inviting, we are pulled out, out to where we belong.
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