I want to make worlds
in miniature...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
On the verge of insanity
Holding his head high...
There's a castle high above the clouds,
A castle that makes all the god proud...
A black hole is filled with emptiness
just like my heart...
Thine heart, she dreams of a love so grand...
A passion of faith... in the soul of this man...
What used to be thoughts of you
A numbness has taken over...
- he makes me happy ,
he makes me lauqh...
Theres this new boy in town,
hes really quite amazing...
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my entry for our "Like the Flowing...
Let me fill your empty spaces,
let me mend your broken heart...
Allow me to re-state:
Perhaps fate is a calculated fable...