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Feb 2018
I left her
alone in the safety of home.
And I,
venture onto the deep dark dance floor of waves.

Mornings I see the sun rise
and I think of:
the warmth of you smile,
the fire in your eyes,
and the light within your soul.

Nights I see the sun set
and I think of:
my brisk smile,
the smoke behind my eyes,
and the broken lantern in my soul.

I miss you my darling
and I swear
"that this is my last dance with devil,"
but I've said that before...
A sailor's heart yearns for adventure and the great beyond...even at the cost of his bride.
Your Imaginary Friend
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Your Imaginary Friend  20/M/Vagabond
(20/M/Vagabond)   
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