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Apr 2015
Writing is an escape, I write to hide blood.
the waves come a crashing, I stand so firm,detached from everything.
Only the algae that's grows around me has any connections to this soul.
I'm safe here. I love my solitude.
If it bleeds it leads. .
Ocean  Carter
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Ocean Carter  Somewhere in Africa.
(Somewhere in Africa.)   
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   Erin Preston
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