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Nov 2014
tripping
I keep lying
to my
shoelaces
one day we'll
grow somewhere
beautiful, tie
ourselves into
the soil of a
forest, the trail
tripping into
the beach
like the moon
to the tide
I want to be lost
avery
Written by
avery
626
   jinx
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