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If I succumb to the current of the raging river would it take me home? If I let it wash away my tears would it cease my restless wandering-- when endlessly I roam? Could I ever hope to drown in stormy depths? When I claw and I poke at things I wont accept? So I plunge in awaiting the beasts that shall pull me under Split me apart pick me clean and tear me asunder. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
Pick Me Clean
If I succumb to the current of the raging river would it take me home? If I let it wash away my tears would it cease my restless wandering-- when endlessly I roam? Could I ever hope to drown in stormy depths? When I claw and I poke at things I wont accept? So I plunge in awaiting the beasts that shall pull me under Split me apart pick me clean and tear me asunder. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
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