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ENTRY # 9//Rarely do stones walk//


I want to close my eyes and breath in the salty spreads of the seas arms wrapping warmely around me.
I want to feel the vivid taste of exotic sounds on the pusle of my soul
I want to memorize the trace of stars against the soles of my shoes
I want to helplessly love and be loved 
I want to set fire to the mirage of my own mistakes 
I want to awaken the monsters below the bridge and invite them for tea
I want to take all that I am and shred into small pieces of your lovers tyrade
Till my fears grow smaller and my skin stretches at the edge
I want to throw myself out in the wind and like sand
As sand 
drift off from shore to shore Sea to sea
Till I have and I am 
Till I was and I’ve done

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