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| dickie | boat is boat | 010808 |
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| kerry |
you can't help but miss the way the water slices, going from glass to rippling blue and green. and cutting through that thick air makes you feel beautiful. but so lonely; the towel you pull around your shoulders is as close to a pair of arms that you can get... and no amount of fantastic daydreams can make you stop aching. and grimacing. and scowling, and gritting your teeth. to make them split down the middle. so you are left with a broken_face and a pile of intangible wishes no genie could grant. ducks swim on by, and the bats invade your nighttime swims, when you stand pale and clear naked open to the entire world but no one can see you. every other time you wish you could escape being the rotten part of the gorgeous landscape round you and be as transparent as the wind, slicing bits of this lake. |
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