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Sailors & Prague

by wordsalwayshurt

As in cargo ships. Fear takes pictures below. My heart inside stone ballasts. Saving letters. I burn it down. I burn it down & walk away. Correct. Ate, now sick. Years ago fruit grew. My wound grows skin with wine. & she burns. Price payed for pale beauty. Still alive. My torch home. I search for my children Frozen in winter's grace.
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Jan 9, 2013
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