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Newfoundland Shoreline, 11 p.m.

by @ce-thompson

i've tried to give myself every warning i've planted signs and grown a lighthouse but im standing too close to the rocks (its not that i can't see them, its just that i don't care) and i'm going to slip and fall and im going to break an arm leg and all my ribs just to go swimming in my heart just to let go of my caution-tape mind so im going to sew my thighs and calves so i can dive far beyond the crashing waves where i could find my courage to speak to whoever this is who has murdered me to whoever this is who is smiling at me
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Aug 22, 2014
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totally not a love poem

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#love#water#courage#storm
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