In the ever changing cosmos,
we relinquish our crown of glory
for yet another spine tingling
story;
I like the way goosebumps travel
up and down my arm, as if
midnite was stroking me rather
than the last hour;
In subliminal conversation, I like
to think that as humans we don't
behave any particular way, but
we contemplate a future without
us in it;
Doesn't make sense? It does to
me, and well, that is why it's a
story-a different cosmos that
contains subtle changes-
We open the window of opportunity
by the way we share the
experience-the story that is-
And sometimes they never stop
giving you those eery feelings,
you know, them, the spirits.
 
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