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Posted on October 17, 2013 at 08:13:02 AM by amaterasu
You burn black like a cigarette I’ll discard you when I’m done Spring, my favorite time of the year. It is a time when the skies are mostly clear, and the air is crisp, clean and cradled in the scent of growing things. Yes spring has always been held very close to my heart, because to me springtime is heaven. Springtime settled my nerves, made me able to rest serenely and cease my worrying. That perhaps is not what I'm here for, though what I am here for is perhaps unknown to even myself. Right in these moments, the little things don't bother me. The wind is playing with my long tri-coloured hair, brushing stray clinging strands from my face. Maybe the wind plans to reveal more of my elegantly sculptured form and my bright electric blue eyes to show just how intelligent and care free I am, show just how good I am at being myself. I have special wear for this occasion, my eyes looking for a safe place in which to situate myself. Sadly since the place is unfamiliar to me I don't see any, there are strangers scattered all around and I just fail to see a place I can viably relax. I decide to try my hand at blending in and mingling, after all it was something I had slowly become accustomed to. I can feel the gazes lingering and fading upon me, my radiant smile upon my lips, and oh how I can dream... AMATERASU
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