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Nov 2014
how should i be the one to describe her everlasting perfection--
her perfect *******, her vanilla skin, the amethyst veins that ran
rivers down her perfect groin, the fiery *** we had and the mayhem
ensued, i was absolutely taken and i wanted the whole world
to know. run on sentences is all i could construct tongue-wise,
and she still shown like saturn and aurora laced with jupiter dust
trailed when she danced along the sidewalks next to me.
we were walking, i was walking, she flew up and caught the sun
for me yet it was too bright to behold, i could not be apart of this
empyrean sight i wanted so badly to have the wings to fly to her
but gravity brought me down
athene
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athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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     ---, Tyler Durden, --- and ---
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