Empty beds are the places I feel most like myself
Lonely.
Accompanied only by my heavy lifting thoughts, breaking waves on my subconscious
I am an abandoned seafarers cabin, nestled among shells found in tidepools
Prehistoric.
Always waiting to be found.
My one roomed castle is not barren, filled with echos of the skeletons that
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v
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r
fill my closet.
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Empty beds are the places I feel most like myself
Lonely.
Accompanied only by my heavy lifting thoughts, breaking waves on my subconscious
I am an abandoned seafarers cabin, nestled among shells found in tidepools
Prehistoric.
Always waiting to be found.
My one roomed castle is not barren, filled with echos of the skeletons that
o
v
e
r
fill my closet.
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