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on top of the world the veritable top staring down at the others climbing to the top of the stars and call on nigel who didn't believe in you and call him his best pastry burnt a crispy blackened burn not a heavenly, crackly, toasted burn a burn that seeps to your core and throughly blackens all other senses cutting them off leaving you with only a sense of deepening despair as you consciously realize that you've fallen up the stairs to the top and are falling down away from the stars toward the mud
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
a trip up the stairs
on top of the world the veritable top staring down at the others climbing to the top of the stars and call on nigel who didn't believe in you and call him his best pastry burnt a crispy blackened burn not a heavenly, crackly, toasted burn a burn that seeps to your core and throughly blackens all other senses cutting them off leaving you with only a sense of deepening despair as you consciously realize that you've fallen up the stairs to the top and are falling down away from the stars toward the mud
quite literally... nigel
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Dutchman
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
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