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My pills are butterscotch and I am grateful for them. My sheets are explosions of fuschia and violet and I lie stiff as a board (light as a feather?) under them, snug, but tight with things like pain, lust and love. Wonderfully intense concoctions to spin threads of sticky dreams that I don't comprehend. Of little girls running around wearing tiaras and blowing bubbles, bubbles falling to the ground bursting golden powder and such. I think this might be what sister morphine did to me. Where's my head? The sun dimpled the day, filling everything with September warmth. This September must be warm, not pale, not like the others. I can feel it, as Mars sways away, and the heavens clear for us.
August was a month of experience.
I was wooed, captured, lusted after, broken. Wooed again, loved, taken care of, protected, loved again. Two separate boys with two separate auras.
September is a month to love and muse.
I'm quite brimming with excitement for the post exam days.
But now - I think its clear that he keeps me steady. Cross aquarius+pisces and a flaming sagittarius, we strike a good balance.
August was a month of experience.
I was wooed, captured, lusted after, broken. Wooed again, loved, taken care of, protected, loved again. Two separate boys with two separate auras.
September is a month to love and muse.
I'm quite brimming with excitement for the post exam days.
But now - I think its clear that he keeps me steady. Cross aquarius+pisces and a flaming sagittarius, we strike a good balance.