Into the Sea
Feel the breeze
All about
Lashing my plummeting
Limbs
Into
New substance I submerge
Grappling to escape
Incasing swells
Naught remaining within my lungs
Toward his locker I sank
Obstinacy rising
Thrashing once more
Hopeless
Enticing
Sleep beckons as I become
Encased by the
Abysses















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Lovely, everytime I read it.
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~May the name of our mutual Muse be called "Love", for our future works and future lives, even though she does make us do all the work, by experiences or simple thought, and it will all be worth it in the end.
Sun out, eyes mourn, moon out, love born~
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James
The World of James Browne
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For you shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing; and all the trees of the fields shall clap their hands. ~Isaiah 55
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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