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Alive

October 4, 2008
By Anonymous

Sweet melody.
The aphrodisiac of our hearts.
As our mind wander,
Our souls ache for the quintessential feeling to fill our vein's.
To make the heart beat,
To make the sprit glow,
So that raw energy may be released,
To fuel the world with all that matters.
I want the floors to shake,
I want the walls to shatter.
I want to scream until my hole of a throat feels vacant and bare.
Early rises, over sunsetting moons.
I want to feel...



Alive.


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