Blazed a glitter glare, by Neoma.

I wrote a very short story, although someone said it was more of a blurb.
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I am restless, I am bored, I am jittery and I have a boost of hyperactivity. The lines of my eyes are deep in cut and wrinkles show the world how time slits us up. I awake the day into a golden story and I lay a dead mass on your blades in glory.

By all vague parade in play, the seething of this shade of laze, twists in grossed around the entrance of his fatal wound. His frown and scream orbits the air and all surrounds without great care. I command all dearest friends to leave, in order for a lock on all the sleaze.

None in line of fire ever sought to seek the wisdom of this hour. Barbs of wire struck my arms, which drew lines in the front. My face grew sour in its bloody sunk and I go in haunt of my sorry state. On the soles of my feet I grab the nearest man whose incomplete emotion caught my eyes of late. “Do you not see that death lays over there, the agitation in uproar, the whirl of plague hitting your stare?” his eyes stirred and gripped my arms and in hesitated pain I anticipated that his mind was in repair.

“Dare to fault my sanity with exhaustion?” He drooped his brow and hinted an evil sound. “Hide away from my guise, find a place elsewhere...or maybe over snare.” He pushed me back toward the bloody fence where I found my eyelids sleepy in midst of all distress.

With a sigh and a cough my body was carried out into mystery, and I wake up here with someone pestering me. My mind elapsed into your nitpicking and I tell for your pleasured sake. Be gone when my pulse is shared and I may leave my heart altogether scared in by logic unanswered.

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and I like the line "... I grab the nearest man whose incomplete emotion caught my eyes of late."