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The moon is shining, Doing its utmost to raise werewolves Fireflies are stuck up there too Sometimes they flicker out They begin to cry Tears pouring down And not man nor beast but wind howls now My little slice of the world's diorama stage Is full of drama and love and sorrow and beauty - And here I am Tasting other people's feelings. Letting their honey drip and slide As ecstasy through these veins Positively high on the depth of these windows I perve at lives that dance in poetic sentence But they know the blinds are open And sometimes, just sometimes, They catch a glimpse through my own Hearts full of same excitement Curiosity Satisfaction As they flip through my pages
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
A Solitary Empath Trip
The moon is shining, Doing its utmost to raise werewolves Fireflies are stuck up there too Sometimes they flicker out They begin to cry Tears pouring down And not man nor beast but wind howls now My little slice of the world's diorama stage Is full of drama and love and sorrow and beauty - And here I am Tasting other people's feelings. Letting their honey drip and slide As ecstasy through these veins Positively high on the depth of these windows I perve at lives that dance in poetic sentence But they know the blinds are open And sometimes, just sometimes, They catch a glimpse through my own Hearts full of same excitement Curiosity Satisfaction As they flip through my pages
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TuesdayPixie
New Zealander
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
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