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Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
I reached for salvation at 3 am
Embracing the cool morning sky

In a world still enveloped by drowsy slumber

With only the birds to sing along
to my morning prayer
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
I kissed you at the waters edge
You painted blue upon my flesh

I took your toxic hands in mine
Drank your poison every time

Drag me down, don't let me breath
Fill my lungs so I can't leave

Your love is sharp, a pointed blade
Scarlet scars, not fast to fade
Detached Dreamer Apr 2015
Be buoyant
And learn to float without the struggle
Let the waves devour your fear
Let the salt burn your wounds
And come to appreciate
The beauty of a storm

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