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~ Collective eyes on the shoreline Ripples meander unaware of who they touch Glimmering surface reflects a doubtless moon and fireflies abandon all hope of neon goals Stone and sand meet in driftwood destinies Autumn grips the night with postcard tendrils Feet beneath water paddle slowly, hiding in plain sight in the center of this liquid target Alone on the wrinkles of waterlogged bed sheets Silence finds no home here while voices cackle and point slanderous fingers and buoyancy is in question Words fly like arrows in cultivated sentences on thin air When what was once sacred sinks into the stagnant reaches of heartless ink and I wait…a sitting duck
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Sitting Duck
~ Collective eyes on the shoreline Ripples meander unaware of who they touch Glimmering surface reflects a doubtless moon and fireflies abandon all hope of neon goals Stone and sand meet in driftwood destinies Autumn grips the night with postcard tendrils Feet beneath water paddle slowly, hiding in plain sight in the center of this liquid target Alone on the wrinkles of waterlogged bed sheets Silence finds no home here while voices cackle and point slanderous fingers and buoyancy is in question Words fly like arrows in cultivated sentences on thin air When what was once sacred sinks into the stagnant reaches of heartless ink and I wait…a sitting duck
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
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