Bis of WritingBis of Writing By Dan FireBis of Writing
It was a luminous eve. Solace hued them, the lovers after gloam. They trending through the stellated world like levitated wolds absorbing into infinities I had yet found, nor seen. Croaks brayed athwart, perhaps tearing those before the timing, perhaps averting me to the spectrum of love that sought the ending of the world.
A following: It was a ravish, the tumultuous clamor, clicketing the eaves of my abode. Some opaque murmuring like mummers wavering into a serrated et
Marcy's Playground
Adoration
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Every man and every woman is a star.
Every number is infinite; there is not difference.
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Love and Peace,
Kim
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To the black sky we'll go.
I'd really appreciate it.
Thanks for your time =]]
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To the black sky we'll go.
maybe someday, i'll pull my head out of this ridiculous fog and blink the stars out of my eyes.
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To the black sky we'll go.
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98% of Deviants don\'t know the difference between \"your\" and \"you\'re.\" If you\'re one of the 2% that wants to punch \'em, put this in your sig.
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98% of Deviants don\'t know the difference between \"your\" and \"you\'re.\" If you\'re one of the 2% that wants to punch \'em, put this in your sig.
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