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Little Things
Little thoughts, memories, inside my head.
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Merry Merry, Little Ferry |
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I'm just in the rhyming mood.
I feel like sitting down infront of a large indoor fireplace
With a crystal glass full of wine
And a hard surface for an old peice of parchment
And a black ink pen
And sit so close...
I could feel the flames lick my skin
One strand of my hair will burn away
And my thoughts will race
And I will be unable to write down them all
At least, not in time...
So I'll take in a deep breath
Recite my chant
Lay my head on the pillow
And let my heart burn
And my head rest
Okay, so Maybe I'm just to bored to ryhm now. *yawn* Yew can't blame me. It's 2:30AM here.
Off to bed!
-Air
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