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I lay my body down in the lush by the river. with the sun I'll depart to the other side. For far too long I've tried to make home of love; bricks of support, mortar of laughter. I would build a house that drowned each year. A thousand kisses couldn't save it from the slightest huff of the summer wind. I guess for some people, love is a rental apartment; comfortable, but never really yours. So I collect my silver and wave to Charon upon his boat I'll travel to the other side. I pack loaves of love and morsels of hope to sustain my soul in the arduous voyage along the monstrous spine of the river Styx. I will try to build a home again, this time with sand of heartbreak, cement of despair. I'll line the walls with the love I carried and pray to Styx, to bring all her might on my tiny home. This time it won't drown.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
Styx
I lay my body down in the lush by the river. with the sun I'll depart to the other side. For far too long I've tried to make home of love; bricks of support, mortar of laughter. I would build a house that drowned each year. A thousand kisses couldn't save it from the slightest huff of the summer wind. I guess for some people, love is a rental apartment; comfortable, but never really yours. So I collect my silver and wave to Charon upon his boat I'll travel to the other side. I pack loaves of love and morsels of hope to sustain my soul in the arduous voyage along the monstrous spine of the river Styx. I will try to build a home again, this time with sand of heartbreak, cement of despair. I'll line the walls with the love I carried and pray to Styx, to bring all her might on my tiny home. This time it won't drown.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
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