

Her SilhouetteHer silhouette glides across the dimly-lit crimson valance, a stage my Heart doth dance upon;Her Silhouette
Hand-in-hand, her sweet shadow courts my eyes with her beauty.
The center of her moonlit garden, I retreat beneath the shadow of a willow's wings
And I stare. Stare at the most beautiful and delicate flower of them all.
O! What a sin it is to see this beauty, imprisoned in such abhorrent confines,
Her eminence betrothed by roses, which do not compare!
I gaze; the moon sings upon the river waters, tides of which promise me a void's cold embrace,
If I dare tread.
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...and then the words seemed to fly off the page and weave themselves into a beautiful picture...
Behold. the powers of the mighty Beatnik
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Music, my anti-drug
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Every time Kiba smiles, a puppy dies
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To be or not to be?
meh, lets just eat some pancakes and call it a day.
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.: Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end :.
Smile.
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Lemme take you on a roller-coaster ride through some of the places I've known.
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