

InexplicablyShe's the sweetest girl around, big oceanic eyes, And every time she smiles it seems she lights up the skies, Some folks say it's an aura, some say it's just her stares, I heard some folks say it's the freaky clothes she wears,Inexplicably
But every time she cries, something in me dies, And every time she moves her lips my chest forgets to rise,
And I know it's something outta this world; I know it's something's never gonna be explained, Yes I know it's gotta be outta this world; And I think it's probably better unexplained,
Yes her hair is in a pony-tail, her feet in leathe


Introduction: On Blood Blood is a unique thing. Truly, when one becomes attuned to it, it reflects a much more magnificent, all-encompassing meaning than it's literal, stagnant value: as are all things worth reflecting upon. Life, love, eternity, death. All stem from blood, the one constant in a schizophrenic world.Introduction: On Blood
The sweet nectar that binds us to our precious and finite mortal life, that crimson flame that warms our passionate romance; the needle that weaves us into the chapters of eternity, and the swiftly cooling seepage that heralds our demise; each and every one of us.
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"Dancin' where the stars go blue"
When I see you, this is what I want to happen:
When I see you, this is what happens:
Smile, say hello, walk away.
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A poem begins with a lump in the throat. ~Robert Frost
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