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Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
Im elevated higher.. but im not a flyer...I rather run...cuz that takes more muscle which means a lot more fun...Feet on the ground head up in clouds, Body in the gutter hormones screamin out loud...Thoughts to my vision...concept to my posion...juxstaposition...placed in mutiple postions...Catch me Im a fool...Baby oil smooth...Thousond island's nasty but which one will I choose...Mayo can you Katchup...Mix us theres the Match up...Pick up sticks with fidle sticks...I sing a mean back up...Couldy water that i drink..Couldy visions that i think...WAY up in the atmosphere...There is no way that we can link...One two different levels...A higher song with terible...You can keep the lower bass...Thats just vibrators in your face...Sing me songs in harmoney...found my perfect melody...in this higher levated state...I wish some *** heads could relate....
Jared Clement May 29
You are not just some ordinary flame,
You are the furnace that keeps me warm,
I am not but a simple moth,
That is drawn so irresistibly to your light,
My wings will get scorch,
Yet what are my wings for,
If not to fly towards what makes the heart soar?
Do you have any comprehension of the magic you wield?
The sky may get couldy,
And the nights may hide the light,
But nothing can blind me from the luminous light you emit,
You are both the question and the answer,
The journey and the destination,
The peacefulness I find in you can’t be described,
It can only be felt,
My dear you are my sun,
A glowing testament to all that is pure and everlasting,
For you and not just part of mylife my dear
But you are the life itself,
Every beat of my heart it’s like a love poem to you,
My dear I will be flying to your flames until the universe itself dies.

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