Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Summer's Lust Became Autumn's Weakness

Drop the cotton-stained clouds even lower and listen to the foamy, salt sprinkled vows flowing beautifully from my lips. Relax, you are merely a single boulder unevenly divided and laced across my shore trying to keep me from destroying anyone else in the process of discovering my own limits. 

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