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It's tucked away somewhere that I can't see.
Fingers riding wind.
Flickering life back to that body I forgot what that felt like.
When twilight came, I swallowed it whole.
I'm beaming from moonlight.
Shining through.
Half past that minute it's gone.
One day I'll have a story to tell about the young adventures that I had.
No one else knows how crazy I am 'til all the dumb ideas that I've had all end up on the shelf.