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Jul 2016
I'm adrift
on a shifting sea of sickness.
The battered boat breaks the waves beneath me.
Crimson clouds circle overhead.
Coughing gulls wing their way to shore.
The sun beats down
Branding my body a ****** red.
I'm not sure how I've found the will to survive.
But I will say...
Things are so much more peaceful away from the rest of humanity.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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