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Boundless moonlight washes over the sharp,
cold caress of the lapping tide, a mirrorby Interfused 14 lines, on Aug 4 8:19 AM 2008. In Thoughts -
Sunburnt prism Blinding eyes that stare
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As the shadows move around us slowly, from this ancient tree now dying quietly
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Shaking as I clutch my raw knees to my
bare chest, my fingertips cutting at the -
The sunset cries out to me before it drowns in the dark, oceanic horizon,
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The lights are blinding as they stare blankly,
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Tired eyes stare into cold, frosted glass
as sweat tumbles slowly down and slides off
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