manuscriptx
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You can't steal it with a left-handed twist of fate. You couldn't stop the most powerful and productive force and still sleep part of the way through. You can't bring it from the right barren without pouring. The spirited whale lends itself to the waters, swimming with me in-between the crosshairs at night. Bring me the fallacy. Bring me lithium; that animal's pain and pleasure. Bring me the Trojan horse. Bring me the spirit walkers and the night owls that watch and flare up to the night sky and dance in rhythm to the tune of nature.
And yes, bring me that tie dye t-shirt that crumbles when they lose texture; the catfish and stains that twist and fold like the cigar flakes igniting the line in the sand signaling celebrations between warring factions. Bring me the candles and wonders of many that stood still. Bring me the rare colors of brown, red, indigo and purple; colors of the ocean, darkness and fear inside my heart and the shape of a seasoned autumn. Bring me the red wine; bring me the white. Bring me wedding dresses covered with human remains. The emotion on that skeleton's face was once that of a young bride. She married a man. She married greed, sorrow and joy. Men like me who could uncover and unlock the secrets of time and space; a man that is hard to find. She would come to life and understand that not everything is golden, not everything was extraordinary; not everything was there at divine will.
She would come to face it. She would die and no one would mourn her.
We celebrate her life. Her sadness; her hours tonight we will dance for.
And yes, bring me that tie dye t-shirt that crumbles when they lose texture; the catfish and stains that twist and fold like the cigar flakes igniting the line in the sand signaling celebrations between warring factions. Bring me the candles and wonders of many that stood still. Bring me the rare colors of brown, red, indigo and purple; colors of the ocean, darkness and fear inside my heart and the shape of a seasoned autumn. Bring me the red wine; bring me the white. Bring me wedding dresses covered with human remains. The emotion on that skeleton's face was once that of a young bride. She married a man. She married greed, sorrow and joy. Men like me who could uncover and unlock the secrets of time and space; a man that is hard to find. She would come to life and understand that not everything is golden, not everything was extraordinary; not everything was there at divine will.
She would come to face it. She would die and no one would mourn her.
We celebrate her life. Her sadness; her hours tonight we will dance for.
