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But maybe you'll catch me on a day like today when the world is languid, when the very air hangs around us, stifling all words but mine. You see, today I am glorious. I am filled with fire and purpose. Oh, you who I have not yet forgotten or know, wait till you catch up on a day like today. My laughter is bright and my eyes are clear and I am so full of energy you will ignore the one off note in my symphony, the one aftertaste you can't quite place. Dearest on days like these I am effulgent, magnetic, insanely, wildly tempting, I am the siren call in the storm, promising a safe harbor from the tempest you have failed to notice I am creating. On days like these I will beckon and you will come, ignoring the bitterness I leave on your tongue and the clamminess I leave on your hands and the dead look in my sparkling eyes. On days like these I am running headlong blind, willingly unseeing, heady with unspoken promise to my distruction. If you want you can come along for the ride.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
Catch Me If You Can
But maybe you'll catch me on a day like today when the world is languid, when the very air hangs around us, stifling all words but mine. You see, today I am glorious. I am filled with fire and purpose. Oh, you who I have not yet forgotten or know, wait till you catch up on a day like today. My laughter is bright and my eyes are clear and I am so full of energy you will ignore the one off note in my symphony, the one aftertaste you can't quite place. Dearest on days like these I am effulgent, magnetic, insanely, wildly tempting, I am the siren call in the storm, promising a safe harbor from the tempest you have failed to notice I am creating. On days like these I will beckon and you will come, ignoring the bitterness I leave on your tongue and the clamminess I leave on your hands and the dead look in my sparkling eyes. On days like these I am running headlong blind, willingly unseeing, heady with unspoken promise to my distruction. If you want you can come along for the ride.
May 28, 2014 3:13 PM      edited June 9,  2014
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
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