Oh, Locur. Dont you see? The shine of your hair, the paint on my sheets?
The wind going there, but feet right here.
Under your body, and standing on ground. Don't you see that love _is _found?
Beautifully made, crafted in time, ponders on thoughts, more than a dime.
We need this world, we love it too, Ofcourse there's more to do.
Look at the moon, the stars, the sky. Up so high, I wish I coul...
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The party was loud, bustling through the whole house. Your voice had to go up _octaves_ to be heard as if you were whispering, and they loved it. They all did. It was all they wanted, for now. No matter what obstacle was at home, whatever trouble. They were safe in one of the most unsafe ways.
But it wasn’t _them._
It had been going on for hou...
