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If I could be a song, I would float on the air to people.

All that lies between us is that damned layer of human flesh.

Burn for me so I can’t hope to feel for anyone else outside of me.

Speak quietly for the night listens.

She was so happy, but then she suffered.

Her soul was a dream, fluttering on iridescently designed wings.

She radiates love. It could be dangerous.

Heart beats fast.

Many would say that the land was dead. Others would consider it to be sleeping.

High as the sky.