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May 2013
Drive to the edge,this rush to feel free,
rambling off my skin and bones,
electrifying the nerve endings.
dizzying highs of the illuminating happiness
wind rushing though my pale hair,pleats of my ruby dress fluttering in the breeze
my fingertips reaching the starry sky,
like all these vast,embellished dreams-
are finally going to come true
freeing me from the disappointing hues.
i wrote this months ago,maybe in November,or December. its different from what i write these days.anyway,tell me what you think about this:)
Ivie
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Ivie
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