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unnamed Jan 2020
Don’t you see?
Falling is the same as Flying
There never was a difference to me
unnamed Dec 2019
Weary eyes gaze out at sea
And worn hands drum
On weathered wood

A cigarette hanging
Loosely between his lips
As sea salt

Invaded his senses
And he surrendered
Himself to the sea
-atlas
unnamed Dec 2019
Your soft hands held mine
And it felt
As if for one small moment
Everything was right
In the world
-atlas
unnamed Dec 2019
How terribly unfortunate
-atlas
unnamed Dec 2019
As the sun rose,
I

F
E
L
L
  Dec 2019 unnamed
alanie
that girl with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed

those darkened clouds cried
and im a fool
for thinking the tears were real
  Dec 2019 unnamed
David J
I can never tell if I'm enjoying
What I'm reading
Or if
Im simply enjoying reading.
I simply love reading, dose'nt have to be anything too intresting haha.
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