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home

it was more like a lake

less of a moat

waters rarely ventured sober

in a lightly patched boat

yet I tried to cross this body

and found nothing but the storm

so I waited for the rains to cease

and then I traveled home

#BoatHelp #Home #Lost #Love #Sober

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Cory Garcia

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meshing shadows

creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone

I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…

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it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even

it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…

who am I to decide?

is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…

the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…

I shouldn't be thinking.

how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…

forever, what will be known.

I lost my color when I found my s… clipped the wings of found ignoran… and taught me to fly on a current so timeless I lost my last strand of youth

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