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dreams where I'm standing in front of myself taking in hazel eyes, pigeon toed feet she is tall but I am taller we each roll our shoulders back, grimace lick our dry lips, scoop thin hair off our face I pull the first punch to prove that I'm quick It hurts but it feels amazing because catharsis is the process of releasing, and therefore providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions but then there's you? together we used to enter refuge into careful arms your name, your name, your name alone, I am a person without a country the captain of a ghost ship, skirting water, shuddering amidst the noise, cringing under this bright light six months, six months, six months
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
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dreams where I'm standing in front of myself taking in hazel eyes, pigeon toed feet she is tall but I am taller we each roll our shoulders back, grimace lick our dry lips, scoop thin hair off our face I pull the first punch to prove that I'm quick It hurts but it feels amazing because catharsis is the process of releasing, and therefore providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions but then there's you? together we used to enter refuge into careful arms your name, your name, your name alone, I am a person without a country the captain of a ghost ship, skirting water, shuddering amidst the noise, cringing under this bright light six months, six months, six months
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
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