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Oct 2015
It's time again
To lean on my art
Fulfilling my doubts
And growing in heart.

The lines are so skewed
Between love and lust
Between moon to dusk
And the deep blue.

Within my ship you breathe
Filling up my sails
Pushing me out
To sea.

The waters are red,
Red enough to bleed.
This land sick mind
Feels afoot.
Feels good to be writing again.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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     Weeping willow, Pax and theunrealist
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