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And then i saw him, and i thought, "what the hell" and i took off my eyes to really talk... I was witty and wonderful and he replied earnestly... And this day was like no other because i finally knew what i wanted, and it was him. Wel, i've got to know the difference between yes and no because they're not always opposites- often times i say no and all i really want is yes- can't sleep, not because i've gone into my little dream workd so often today- and my world recovered from the flan attack-and my words melted and dropped off the page so i couldn't find them anymore- they hid under my toes and to read them i had to continue to dance- but i grew ever-so tired and had to rest a bit and the words rested too and we all slept together on the matted floor- an orgy of words- The door opened into a mirror- soda can car crash- Think of destroying something beautiful- how does it make you feel? where have you gone, my rose? have you hidden from wonter? he is gone now and the heat has melted me into a puddle- i want someone to splash in me, but i know they never will- no one wants to get their feet wet, not even for the one you love- all i really want to do is take someone to a cave and wrap them in bubble wrap to keep them safe for always- i want to tickle their imaginations with galloping horse hooves that bang on the ceiling- itching to be let out- i want to be free- EXPLODE INTO YOURSELF AND WALK AWAY, LEAVING THE PIECES FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO DEAL WITH... there is a boy i love who i love more than he can imagine