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The long, blinding rays shocked him.  His hands glowed silver, reaching for her brilliance. She peered into the darkness, aching for his touch, They gazed across 
My voice Is something which my ears fail to define When it kisses the air, it splinters Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks Hooking round my pores and Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
If I could change one thing, it would be to have something more. To come home to a house with an open door. To have a place to call our own. To not sound to gready to want to have a home.
I met this boy Jimmy and he was out of control  but I loved him so I left a few things roll some things that I probably should've put my foot down to but Jimmy made it seem like I was all he knew
 My Sisters and Brothers , boy have we come along way, to be known as a unit , a force , and most important a team.
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