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Post by NobodyWeirdLikeMe on Dec 22, 2004 7:24:44 GMT -5
We were like fireworks. Weeks we lay, still and silent, our hearts unreacted chemistry. Then came the night. With too much alcohol flowing through our veins like fire, we exploded. Colours, lights and shinning shapes in the darkness. Beautiful shimmiering sparkles that outshone the stars. But fireworks fade, and in the cold grey light of dawn there is only the childs disheartened sob, as she realises all that is left of her fireworks disply is the billowing smoke from her blackened burnt out heart.
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Post by Swanflea on Dec 22, 2004 7:28:22 GMT -5
to you Emma. I like it. Cindy.
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Post by NobodyWeirdLikeMe on Dec 22, 2004 12:42:39 GMT -5
it made me giggle lol. i'm sorry don't worry about it. I've had the image in my head since last summer when i had a bit too much to drink with a guy i liked and we ended up kissing and shit, and there was this fireworks display at the castle and they were all going off......hahaha it seemed so romantic at the time
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