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As the fires approached the coast I threw every picture I had of you on the trail behind me I knew if I did The flames would never find me They would get lost, as I did in that unavoidable void- The mystery behind your eye Thinking that if only they could burn brighter, more passionately,           they might illuminate whatever it is that lies dormant in that abyssal black They will burn for you. . . and I will be safe, Until they realize that the mystery was actually crippling depression, and you are nothing like the pictures The ocean is at my back. . .                                   The flames have found me
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
I've Run From This a Thousand Times, and Each One Gets a Little Easier (Or, "How I Learned to Swim")
As the fires approached the coast I threw every picture I had of you on the trail behind me I knew if I did The flames would never find me They would get lost, as I did in that unavoidable void- The mystery behind your eye Thinking that if only they could burn brighter, more passionately,           they might illuminate whatever it is that lies dormant in that abyssal black They will burn for you. . . and I will be safe, Until they realize that the mystery was actually crippling depression, and you are nothing like the pictures The ocean is at my back. . .                                   The flames have found me
you.
dustin-the-destroyer
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
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