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Dec 2014
i'm stuck on the island of misfits
tracing signals in dry sand,
sending smoke through foggy air
and bottled messages across waveless water.

i dance around fallen trees,
and hop through burning fire
explore lightless caves,
and play with wreckless wilderness.

i'm as free as a trapped girl can be,
on this island of hopeful dreams
and warped realities.
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   Creep and Nicholas
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