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i came out the dark knight @ a time of Halloween... October 31st, aka 13!(thirteen)! its like revenge of the shin-obi when the master ninja intervenes! ill scratch you off my ticket, no ANTIHISTAMINE! I OPERATE OF PRESURE POWERED BY MY SELF ESTEEM! life is like a submarine, aka 20,000 leagues 13 FLAMES @ the caliber of 90 degrees, WHY?  B cuhz his psyche is that of majestic tree$ he grounds his feet magnetically and sails on solar seas, like dreams i am the cosmic center piece and your in for adventures anytime you mention me. weathered emotions or emotions are weather, all we endeavor, just REMEMBER, that we're in it 2gether. i seek for that lyrical gold, the magnificent treasure where mere letters compose characters for the spirit of a ghost. i control, their minds like buttons on a remote juxtaposed isotopes,,, reran episodes hide the codes, thru magic cloaks, the lames don't want to feel my fury like thunderbolts or 13 tornadoes and mashed potatoes. nova flames ENABLES, his girl to experience rare occasions
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
loose leaf yellow note pad
From the time I was a fan of fairytale I dreamt of you every night Every morning I woke up I prayed for you to be mine Then came a day when everything was seen with open eyes Flaunting the glass shoes, holding a glass of red wine Red carpet entrance in white dress riding a carriage Star gazed by the audience walking down the aisle Amused it was time to strike off the wish from the bucket list It was perfect hour, time to recite the vows Pledging for the eternity, to be each other's permanently Gut felt the butterflies as everything was precise The enchanted spell was uttered, the magical words "I Do" reran their world For the first time, I could witness happily ever after come true Old habits die hard ... a peck was placed on the forehead The piece of stone was traded, the first dance on favourite song was shared Everything was flawless did not want the clock to strick twelve Yearning to relive every minute again... the dress, shoes and the wine Walking down the aisle beaming in your eyes posing opposite you Demanding to live the moment instead of looking from far behind All should belong to me and all should be mine
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Something belongs to me but its not mine