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stormy seas and
weathered rocks
1, 2, 3
she's all in knots
wounds come out
and heavy thoughts
thunderstorms
and whereabouts
sands and stones
no more home
ruthless words
for the birds
cold verses bleed
deep within
the ocean basin
pointless rhymes
confused state of mind
worrying child
bound to the afterlife.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
