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" And I can show you just how beautiful complications can be. "
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I am Alysia.
The playful tickle of your hair in the wind.
The cold prick of a winter rain.
The inky black of night.
I am the color in the artists hands.
My own hands.
The rhythmic beat that moves your feet.
The creator, the reader and the worker.
The anti and the all for.
The friendly and go away.
I am Alysia.
[by A.J.H.]
Somebody told me to enjoy life;
it was great advice.
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"Press your lips against my own so I know just the way you taste."
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