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Fate be my guide.
Night be my cover.
Awe be my eyes .
And luck be my lover.
Let's cuddle in the blankets
And pretend we see the sky
We'll close our eyes and count the stars
Just us, you and I

Let's swim in a vast lake
And pretend we're in the sea
We'll fight off whales and giant sea snails
Just us, you and me

Let's fall in love forever
And pretend we'll never die
We'll cuddle and hug and ****** and love
Just us, you and I
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Scrambling to get to the 81st floor.
Outrageous? Yes. But who could ask for more.
My coffee spills as I fly through the office door.
But it's worth the price, I can't live poor.

My office is the best. $10,000 conference table, oak cabinets, view of the financial capital of the world.
Five assistants, three for my organization, one for coffee, and the other is best kept secret, so the wife does not find out.
I make more than I can spend, yet all expenses are paid for.

Some might call me lucky, I disagree, I call myself hardworking.
Some might call me lucky, I disagree, word came in that my flight tomorrow morning will be postponed.

This means that I will have to postpone my meeting with my biggest client. But it's ok, because he needs my business.

I guess I can come in to work tomorrow morning.
It will be one more step to the top, to become number one.
As my calendar reads September tenth, two thousand and one.
I love the rain.
Flowing from the heavens,
Cleansing the world
Of its imperfect glow.

I love the rain.
As its darkened clouds
Scares away the blind,
allowing beauty to flow.

I love the rain.
Since the world seems to stop
And truly see peace,
For a moment or so.
Written by: M. G. Stankovich
Oh, three- in- the- morning,
how you snuck up on me, so craftily.
I don't want to go to sleep.
I'm having too much fun.
I set the clocks back to twelve;
just to see if maybe it will turn back time
So I can finish my videogame
before the alarm goes off in the morning.
Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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