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jaz Sep 2014
(you once described me as an ocean)

an oceans
current is constant
its waves flow
pulled by the moon
while the stars watch
it grabs the sand
and lets it free with every fluid motion
never letting go of anything in its wake
you can caress its nature
but you cant grasp
the depth of life
that lives in the core
of its cave
breathing
thriving
in the darkness only its natural creatures
can understand

(and i understand
why you left)
this is not about you
jaz Jul 2014
He saw tesellations. I drew scribbled lines.
i once saw an activity for writers on the internet to create tension using only two sentences. this is what i came up with

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