…friday night feeling..
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Girl on fire, perfect design. Burning up the choir, music is her soul. Mystical sounds, I yearn to know. Lyrical melodies, I lose control. Rhythms and rhymes, making me blind. Inside my heart, way beyond time.
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New faces, familiar memories. Distant places. Long forgotten misdeeds. Everything in between. Mind racing, thoughts flying. Can’t concentrate. No use trying. Maybe someday. For now, I’ll survive, albeit crazily.
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…small harvest…
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Mystical light. Metallic swirling magical, sparkling bright. Be it day, be it night. In some shape or form there’s always light. May be soft or flashing fright. Bringing hurt and pain, or vast delight.
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Eyes opened, as was the door. My baby left. I watched, I watched her go. Dying within. Taking my world. Leaving me curled up on the floor. Staring after her. Full of questions I didn’t need to ask. I knew the answers, of that I’m sure.
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….Ezra knows who runs this place….it’s not me…..
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Tail wiggling side to side. Looking at me with smiling eyes. She rears her head with a yawn so wide. My little friend, so full of pride. She calms me down, helps me see. My Ezra means the world to me.
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Countermeasures must be taken. In case of unknown enemies, even if mistaken. Familiar faces and strangers alike. Be diligent, take nothing for granted. Eyes wide open, no room for surprise.
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…sailing into the mystic….
Escape Reality 