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Left me on sharp stones fighting white caps in the ocean, saying goodbye with our eyes. Skin cut, reading rulebooks. This is heat this current leads, and my hunger eats away at my hope of finding— One of those small islands (not able to be found on maps) just to get away from the water and sleep and tell what I’ve been travelling for, ‘cause I’ve been traveling for awhile now.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Sun Drift
Left me on sharp stones fighting white caps in the ocean, saying goodbye with our eyes. Skin cut, reading rulebooks. This is heat this current leads, and my hunger eats away at my hope of finding— One of those small islands (not able to be found on maps) just to get away from the water and sleep and tell what I’ve been travelling for, ‘cause I’ve been traveling for awhile now.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
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