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Vylette May 2014
I had a dream, but more than that, her skin was red. Her heart made me bleed.
I was a sailor, knocked over by the waves. Fallen off the boat, and drowned in the sea
When you see me now, you know what you feel. The loss of despair becomes real.
Slipping back into the womb of comfort for sake of ease
On the things that just don’t make sense

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