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apologize (04/30/2016)
a traitor of a thousand miles, i'll hold you in my shoe
push'd into my heels, step by step
those memories of black and blue
though time heels all wounds, it doesn't unbreak bones
chatter'd open in the breeze and brine
hanging like a laugh, swinging
alien on a face so tragic
painted with mascara, running toward gravity
running toward the sea
sprinting and tumbling and drowning
the wet san...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:34 pm
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