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She blooms As words tumble Through painted lips A purple visage Blinding my thoughts From my eyes She is fit For a Spanish queen Now that I have flown I must make my way She makes the sound The sea makes Breathing in hymns and lullabies Into my dreams Put me to rest now Lay me in a bed Adorned with rocks She will take today And form it into tomorrow Rocking my battered, fragile self
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Mother
She blooms As words tumble Through painted lips A purple visage Blinding my thoughts From my eyes She is fit For a Spanish queen Now that I have flown I must make my way She makes the sound The sea makes Breathing in hymns and lullabies Into my dreams Put me to rest now Lay me in a bed Adorned with rocks She will take today And form it into tomorrow Rocking my battered, fragile self
aidan-merris95
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
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