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It was like the entire sky Shook and vibrated to the melody. So much so, it silently spawned within me. Compelled me to exist in sync with it. Luring me like a beautiful lady does a child with her touch which ends at the chin. I look to the heavens above Waiting to be consumed by the dark blue sinister void,  That has the hope of wholeness yet nothingness clung onto it like stars in the night sky,  Unreachable. With each note to the beat,  Like a stone dropped in open seas creating ripples, A wave of dark, silken black hits me. My carrier, my body, as I imagine, Aimlessly, powerlessly, as if enjoying the uselessness, remains.  Simply. Like a corpse in still, deep waters. Not on the surface, but not yet reaching the seabed.  I, once again, remained happy with just the sense of nearing my utopia.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Not yet utopia
It was like the entire sky Shook and vibrated to the melody. So much so, it silently spawned within me. Compelled me to exist in sync with it. Luring me like a beautiful lady does a child with her touch which ends at the chin. I look to the heavens above Waiting to be consumed by the dark blue sinister void,  That has the hope of wholeness yet nothingness clung onto it like stars in the night sky,  Unreachable. With each note to the beat,  Like a stone dropped in open seas creating ripples, A wave of dark, silken black hits me. My carrier, my body, as I imagine, Aimlessly, powerlessly, as if enjoying the uselessness, remains.  Simply. Like a corpse in still, deep waters. Not on the surface, but not yet reaching the seabed.  I, once again, remained happy with just the sense of nearing my utopia.
Muggle-born
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
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