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Apr 29, 2006 06:39

Sleepless eyes and starless nights,
I watch the sunset between my thighs.
I'm friends with bad ideas that say I should keep quiet.
I'm the wave that brought Jack Dawson down.

I'm the unexplainable chill on your neck in the hot summer's sun.
The faint whispers in the hallway.
As spineless as a jellyfish,
with as much hope as Richard Chase on deathrow.

Oh, a tragic tale,
but a best seller.

All the molecules in our bodies, everything we are made from, came from the center of a star. There is no way that the elements found in our bodies can be manufactured except from inside a star, where nuclear fusion converts the least dense elements hydrogen into helium.

I've got the makings of a star, baby.
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