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She is a shoreline full of coves and cliffs. Do not ask her to tell you where it begins or ends. Damaged footprints stalk her recyclable judgments. Scars reared up like cinematic poltergeist waves assassinating city lights. Her spells weave in front of the bonfire my eyes cannot pull away from. Strip teased by flames she weaves my opal necklace out of moonlight embedded sand. She is a treasure chest full of jade.    Walking blindly, I locked myself inside for days    barely escaping with my life. Her cool blue vampire lips kissed   the death of innocence goodnight. My rampant ink wrenched engines apart nowhere to go except   out to sea once more. Floating on braids of her hair   planks of our ship recklessly cannon blasted by holes of our own self loaded rejection. Stuck forsaken, no worthy priest around when wolves dress in sheep's clothing. Better off floating like an auburn leaf catching a rogue wave to wonderland. Crash land on zero point walk ghosted shores of her Run     Away   Eyes as if memory never existed.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Catching a Rogue Wave to Wonderland
She is a shoreline full of coves and cliffs. Do not ask her to tell you where it begins or ends. Damaged footprints stalk her recyclable judgments. Scars reared up like cinematic poltergeist waves assassinating city lights. Her spells weave in front of the bonfire my eyes cannot pull away from. Strip teased by flames she weaves my opal necklace out of moonlight embedded sand. She is a treasure chest full of jade.    Walking blindly, I locked myself inside for days    barely escaping with my life. Her cool blue vampire lips kissed   the death of innocence goodnight. My rampant ink wrenched engines apart nowhere to go except   out to sea once more. Floating on braids of her hair   planks of our ship recklessly cannon blasted by holes of our own self loaded rejection. Stuck forsaken, no worthy priest around when wolves dress in sheep's clothing. Better off floating like an auburn leaf catching a rogue wave to wonderland. Crash land on zero point walk ghosted shores of her Run     Away   Eyes as if memory never existed.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
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