another nightanother night tasted. the same, wasted. not Me, nor i. will singanother night
or fly. we'll sit and lie. as time decides idly to nigh.
seems to be a nautical themeawful smells of rot and decay. they used to cleanse my soul. cant remember how that stale wind feels. or the last time i held a hand. used-to-be's are now should-have-been's. holes filled withseems to be a nautical theme
stinging and stabbing were once a great find. i walk behind them now just so i dont trip. a roar was majestic then and trickling
broke me down. the moon was
once enough. the clock ticked and still it was plenty. once upon this time, castles were nothing short of
grand. weeds &nb
right away, great captainthere's bloodright away, great captain
in the water and men
overboard. i used to
rig the magnet so the compass would always point south. now
the needle's stuck on north. i'm on a ship 3 years from now and begging for direction. betrayal
set sail
long long ago. the port
is in
unchartered waters. my flag
can fly no higher. the wind is dying down. choppy waters make for
murky graves. and so there's no
better time to make
a hard turn homeward boun
--
[heroine*]
Bonne continuation.
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