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She is the sea,
raging waves, short bursts of angry wind,
and I was a child stripped bare of nothing,
naiveté on my eyes,
foolishly struggling to keep her caged within my fingers.
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DRUNKEN HEART, SOBER THOUGHTS | ✔
PoetryWhy bother with spirits, when I can get drunk off your kisses? Copyright ©2020 stainofaredwine.
