You know what I love?
That when the night materializes, the still ink-like expanse of a late October sky, the unversed breath of seasoned novelty , the mirrors reflecting the scintillating lights reveled, chords that arouse the quantum of existence in that empty, cryptic room...
I can be anyone, I can go anywhere.
You know what I love?
ReplyDeleteThose words above this, and more.
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You light me up.