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Do you remember when you were five and the worst thing that could happen was scraping your knee?

At what point did you realize there are worse things out there?

At what point did you realize mommy wasn't perfect and daddy wasn't invincible?

At what point did you realize you're not a princess and you never will be ?

At what point
did you grow up?
I went out alone
To sing a song or two,
My fancy on a man,
And you know who.

Another came in sight
That on a stick relied
To hold himself upright;
I sat and cried.

And that was all my song -
When everything is told,
Saw I an old man young
Or young man old?
come mister space man
Dance for me,
I'm so much higher then you-ll ever be
my fingers reach
the ******* stars
i am a man of vision,  and my visions are of you being torn apart
my grins made of quicksilver
my tongue forged from wit
demoiselle come dance with me
my skin is covered in ecstasy
my eyes are vacant as the black holes i skit around
I'm more then sky high  watch me rebound
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I bet you cant, not without a rant 700 pages thick,
to long at the **** I've sat chooking bringing clouds of happiness
perfect bliss and complete crash
theirs no clean come down when I'm around ,ill warp your vision
ill distort your mind step closer demoiselle i dare you
it will be your endearment I've warned you
I'm insane, I'm addicted to flesh and ill claw at you to get my fix
your playing in the broken jaws of a lion
who still knows how to raw
so walk carefully now child, dance between my teeth
and watch me lick my lips

*LG
im drug maddning-maddning drugs
goodbye mission control; thank you for trying
it means *so
much
that  you tried to be there
and yell commands through the head set,
when tears clouded my vision
and my head was swimming with tension
you pressed the buttons for me
so thank you mission control,
but its time to look out the window

and see me as a shooting star

salute me as i fall
I like to look up
not down
when i look down i see the curves of my toes
those bent beams called bones
and the scars on my hips nestled against the soft mink of your sleeping bag but looking up..
twinkling softly above me
fairy lights in a Christmas store,
sprinkles on my donuts
white beacons to space pirates
the stars shine
bleating there twinkling beams like butterfly's kisses on my cheek
their glow is not lost against my skin
warmer then the sun i find them,
especially with you pulled so tightly against me
the warmth of your chest against my *******
your thigh pressed between mine
my scars fade in the dull light,
my toes dont feel so crooked
and when i lie under the back-lit-black-backed canopy of our stars
i can carve your name between the constilations
and even though the light has shone for thousands of miles
and my heart lies in the sky
when i crawl into your sleeping bag.
you bring the universe to my thoughts
and fish my heart back from the moon
*LG
i wrote this for a special friend :3 have a wonderful evening beautiful x

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