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Jun 2016
Your face on a grain of salt
Lost somewhere in raging oceans
I hold a stone in my hands
As I drown into the sea

Sign of the ram

Sign of the ******

This art has a hidden meaning
Lost amongst the gazing pupils
Eyes open wide for color
As I fade into the light

Bloodstone between my fingers

Salt of your skin



And if only now I could not find a way to die
**I could find a way
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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