

FireworksThe mast of an elegant ship supports a weighted sky, a heavy dark has seeped from ink-blotted clouds, and painted a condensed night.Fireworks
Heads lift to peer through the misty air of the bay, faces of awe are illuminated by the glowing manes of dandelions in the air. Wisps of the remaining gray are blown off stage and more arrows of light and color make their entrance in the sky.
A hand embraces a delicate waist fingers enjoy each others company as glittering eyes gasp at the painting being made. Watchers compelled by wonder, a beautiful masterpi
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Tis Annie.
*watches*
Dang your page is empty. Get some stuff on here =O
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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