Peril

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I am everything more than
God Given Grace. A freckled

dewdrop and a mossy mat. A long crooked nose and a blanket of snow.

I am longing for
I am longing for
I am longing for

Peril and the swell of seas.

I can take it all. I am nothing short of blunt force and forgotten whims.

When my words echo I'll know I've convinced you of myself; a cloaked dagger luring you into the night.

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