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Her eyes remind me of mountain tops, blue, pale like apathy, speckled summits dotting amongst her irises, and I climbed halfway up, and I looked down. Have you ever dreamt of how content you might be to observe the world, its luscious waves lapping at its shorelines, from the top of a mountain? It keeps me up at night.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
On Missing the Boat
Her eyes remind me of mountain tops, blue, pale like apathy, speckled summits dotting amongst her irises, and I climbed halfway up, and I looked down. Have you ever dreamt of how content you might be to observe the world, its luscious waves lapping at its shorelines, from the top of a mountain? It keeps me up at night.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
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