The Maeweather

October 16, 2007
Eyes bloodshot from suspension.
The spine tingling chill of the Maeweather complete essence,
fills the void in my with blood orange, deep purple, midnight blue, and yellow greensih clouds scatterd across a galaxy of bright stars that are shooting racing each other.
In the melody of Mae Standing on top of the world but the world seems to be a floor of glass I hear the band playing in the background.
Falling in someone elses arms.

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