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Feb 2016
Nauseously numb,
in an energetic emptiness.
Broken and unbroken
imperfect in balance.
Sailing in the seas of love
as a relentless storms rages.
Devils dance on deck,
While angels play the harp.
Ancient anchors too rusty,
We sink to the deep blue depths.
Drowning in our own demise,
trying desperately to stay afloat.
Ryan
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Ryan  UK
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