the riptide
crawls up
my spine
just as I begin
to free myself from
its arms of
injustice
and
heart of
deviation
I just
want
a simple moment of
clarity...
a moment where I can
breathe
and
descry
a ceiling imbued with
voluminous clouds
and serene
blue.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
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