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I feel the burn But only fro, but it is only a pinch It doesn’t feel like I a torn apart It was a sweet kind of burn Like the burn, you feel from a book that has way too much sexual content in it But the burn is even sweeter

I sit up in the grass, looking away fro what, or even where I a is as it ever seems I look down atdress

"This isn’t what I earing last night," I whisper to ather over the tree; that is only a few yards away from where I sit I study the tree more carefully It looks like one of those tree houses that the elves build in There is sht And there are shadowsaround

I look around as fast as I can Only to find my shadow I study the details of my darkened reflection I look at my shadow, then the tree house, then back tothe sa starts to spin Pictures or uns I see the people that have the guns, they all have what looks like angel wings