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The soft light touches me like a breeze, Like a million gentle kisses on my body. Rushing at me, drenching me, embracing me. Rippling as I walk closer, Swirling over my hands. My dress becomes heavy with the dew of silver, Dripping from the hem, Plashing into little pools by my feet. It condenses on my skin, Becoming diamond tears, rolling down my arms and face, Leaving shining rivulets behind. My hair flicks the sparkling drops, bejeweling the air as I run Closer, ever closer into the light. I open my mouth to laugh. The sweet light rushes down my throat, Violently, suddenly, choking me. I fall among the illumined puddles, splashing, floundering, drowning. A black wave sneaks over me, I fight it. Vainly pushing against the tangible darkness The light! The light is growing dim. I crawl towards it, laugh turned to scream. Why won't it save me? I awake with the taste of a beautiful dream Broken. Shining rivulets turned to scars on my skin, Light to dark, Love to hate, How could something so beautiful, be so ugly?
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
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The soft light touches me like a breeze, Like a million gentle kisses on my body. Rushing at me, drenching me, embracing me. Rippling as I walk closer, Swirling over my hands. My dress becomes heavy with the dew of silver, Dripping from the hem, Plashing into little pools by my feet. It condenses on my skin, Becoming diamond tears, rolling down my arms and face, Leaving shining rivulets behind. My hair flicks the sparkling drops, bejeweling the air as I run Closer, ever closer into the light. I open my mouth to laugh. The sweet light rushes down my throat, Violently, suddenly, choking me. I fall among the illumined puddles, splashing, floundering, drowning. A black wave sneaks over me, I fight it. Vainly pushing against the tangible darkness The light! The light is growing dim. I crawl towards it, laugh turned to scream. Why won't it save me? I awake with the taste of a beautiful dream Broken. Shining rivulets turned to scars on my skin, Light to dark, Love to hate, How could something so beautiful, be so ugly?
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colibri
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
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