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Nov 2013
Sometimes i think it would just be easier to
fall asleep and be carried away by the
gently rocking sea
but when i'm straddling the thin line between
life and death
i realize that i'm not strong enough to fall
either way
so i'm stuck imagining myself drowning in
the blueness of his eyes
and being tucked into bed by the sound of his voice
stealing through my window
claire
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claire  seattle
(seattle)   
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