itsaveelathing - August 8th, 2020
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Photobucket the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how: the clouds above opened up and let it out.

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freedom
Photobucket I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole. and thousands upon thousands made an ocean, making islands where no island should go. oh no.

love
those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats. I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat. the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more. the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row it seems farther than ever before oh no.
  August 8th, 2020  
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"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

-Pablo Neruda

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  August 8th, 2020