A Scenic View

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Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain stop for lobsters
maybe some baked crab we shall grab through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the flight of the Albatross yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain



got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane she blazed, she kindled out of the night like a white star We all boil at different degrees one can equate in hidden apathy Silently time
passes The only life I have submits to its power some die looking for a hand do hold On the other side of the resistance is the flow the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide my soul
permeates the inner feeling of solace



the earth has music for those who listen all the while I was a sinking vessel, No lifeboat No S.O.S Salted wounds to work until skin becomes bone white for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make
sense golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness my very soul permeates a vision
for being out in the changing of the season then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

Submitted: November 12, 2017

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Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea

as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need

we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain

stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab

through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the flight of the Albatross

yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

?

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane

she blazed,

she kindled

out of the night

like a white star

We all boil at different degrees

one can equate in hidden apathy

Silently

time passes

The only life I have

submits to its power

some die looking for a hand do hold

On the other side of the resistance is the flow

the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide

my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

?

the earth has music for those who listen

all the while I was a sinking vessel,

No lifeboat

No S.O.S

Salted wounds

to work until skin becomes bone white

for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense

golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications

And in the end,

we were all just

humans,

drunk on the idea

that love,

only love,

could heal

our brokenness

my very soul permeates a vision for being

out in the changing of the season

then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

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