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你不也是曾經 雙手抱胸口 凝視著鏡子裡亮晶晶的水滴? 水氣圍繞著苗條的身材 微弱瑣細的你 是隻不知天高地厚的小貓 在眾老虎面前耍寶: 只因為它們外表跟你差不多 就以為什麼都不用怕

Oh yeah, that's it right there Goldspilling puddle Halo of warmth I feel my fur sparking Sparkling glittery warm Heaven on earth Sinking into the rug like Iridiscent oil Serenity in dust motes Highlightsparkles dance Rejoice in your ephemeral existence For the pleasure in life The happiness of curling up Bright and warm and flying Flying with the heady buzz Drunk with fine wine tingling Down nerves up veins Singing through your lifeblood Yeah, right here Curled in the vortex of perfect contentment That brightdazzling slanting downpour Of sunshine.

See me? Over here? Look at me, please. No, look at me. Don't turn your back. Don't walk away. Please. I need you to look at me, listen to me. You can't see me now. All you can do is just turn around, walk away, without even noticing. Please. Stop. Come back. Please. Please? She followed him, harangued him, danced circles around him in desperation, all to no avail. He walked up the brick sidewalk between the tennis courts and the playground swiftly, ignoring the *thwock* of tennis rackets and the screams of exhilarated little children. In a world of color, he was black and she was white, and he couldn't see her, wouldn't shouldn't see her. Pa

Children laughing in the sun Is their play just innocent fun? Grownups don't know us at all Patronize us till we fall Chrome and leather cherubim Black wings open in the wind Crosses tattooed on their backs Playing with explosive jacks Gumdrop children sitting pretty Kicking coke cans 'cross the city Take your chances on the railroad track Once you're there, no turning back Can't know nothing you don't know Can't do nothing; nowhere to go Demons dance on the head of a pin No one loses; you can't win Empty words to feed false ears Crying hollow cyanide tears Whispered promises written in sand Swept away with a wave of a hand

None of this ever happened None of this was ever real Not the way you said you loved me Not the way you made me feel Remember spring, when we first met I was lonely, I was blue You came and cheered me up Made me fall in love with you None of this ever happened All it was was make-believe A foolish longing for empathy Harmony we never achieved We spent all summer together Talking, laughing, hand in glove We promised each other moon and stars Swore on our deathless love None of this ever happened I never knew you at all What worth "forever and a day" now? You knew the day would never come And in fall, when we parted We prom

I have seen the Yellow River Tumbling, roaring to the sea I have seen the Borealis Fantastic lights swirling on me. I have seen scenes of destruction Bringing grown men to their knees Yet also I've seen resurrection Love performing miraculous deeds Dragon, dragon, take me away Twirling, twisting in the sky Phoenix, phoenix, come then with me Wings of our souls let us fly Sunlight, salt, and ocean roar Make the sand beneath my feet An eagle's cry, a dragonfly's wink Are the blue of sky that my eyes meet. Spread your arms and taste the power At the edge of land and water Close your eyes and see the currents Swirling on then a

Normally, there weren't really a lot of stars in the sky. Well, none that you could see, that is. The little piping piccolos of shining pinpoints tended to be inevitably drowned out by the blaring trumpets and French horns and tubas of streetlamps, lighted signs, stray windows whose inhabitants weren't quite asleep yet. But sometimes, if you ran far enough out to the countryside, to where the streetlamps and signs and windows were no more than stars themselves, and stood (or lay down) on a flat enough area, you could watch the piccolos hesitantly, shyly tuning up, flickering in the edges of peripheral vision as if too diffident to really app

Breathe. In. Stroke. Out. Breathe. Over and over. Ignore the pain in your legs, your arms, the fatigue in your entire body. One more lap. Two more laps. Over and over. Don't stop. Stopping is weakness. Stopping means you need rest, you're tired already. Keep stroking, keep kicking. Ignore the burning in your lungs, the feeling that you're going to drown in exhaustion. Look down. Watch the tiles slide smoothly past you. You're doing fine. Keep going. Over and over. How many? Not enough. Never enough. He saw it as he staggered into the locker rooms, shaking water from his hair. The resentment. They were a class, a grade, a school building of g