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11-02-2023, 12:38 PM
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Up From The Skies Suicide Booth ID: 13
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Given To Fly!!!!!
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Marine Layer
The truth is whispered to sacred trees
Mechanical dreams are covered in tar and feathers
Chains are fused to his bones made of wet feathers
The key is an immortal flame that kisses an immortal flame
Letters are carefully floated downstream, poems are delicately floated upstream
Her ghost lingers like a thick marine layer offshore
His ship is stuck on a jagged reef of fears
His ship was created with incessant tears
The sea is a pathway of conundrums
A foghorn echoes, buzzing in their soul
A foghorn echoes, confusingly on which way to go
She is here, there and everywhere, she is in me
Her heart beats like the first breath taken of mother nature
His heart is the core of her heart
This compass is completely useless when his eyes are open
These words are useless unless spoken with pure emotion
The truth is whispered to sacred trees
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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