Give me a match

[lost_mitt3ns]

My candle burns at both ends
 It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.

The tide of summer has pulled me into the bay of a strange, yet wonderful island.  I stand here now watching from the water. The breath of wind stirs up golden sand; it twist its gentle fingers around the branches of sleepy trees and

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[tailor__made]

I wish I could be this beautiful at everything. That doesn't even make sense, but I do.