"I want to know if what is wrong could be right,
And if I made the right choice of not making a choice.
I want to lie under the stars but not beneath the grass,
Though when you lay me down, I cannot reopen my eyes.
I want to tell unspoken stories and forgotten comments,
Make you grin, make you grim, make you close your lips thin,
To bequeath words so sincere they appear fake in your ears,
And do what you will with my declarations of life.
I want to place one palm on your cheek, thumb dangerously close to your lashes.
I want to not know of reality and dreams, but not because I want to live in the moment, because I want to keep the unseen pristine.
I want to."
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
