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paper boats Apr 2015
While i was looking away
The wind snuck in
Through the cracks in the wall
And the calm fell out
Through the windows

Hear the crows' call
When the night sleeps.
Through the dead trees
The searches for its shadow

A little bit further
From your dreams
Is where she lies today
But not for long
Until the fear is gone
And then she slips away

*While you were looking away
Mangata ; the road like reflection of the moon in the water.
brooke Nov 2013
the stars spill
from my ears;
an entire universe
stains my shoulders
(c) Brooke Otto 2013

i am more than my mistakes.

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