© smellout at deviantart.
this shoreline, our shipwreck; our
only solace. the light doesn't
think to find us here. time's endless
drift, through my fingers. your
pale shoulder, your luminous
glow. nothing pains me, now.
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I'm quite enjoying this already. This piece feels awkward and childish to me, but it reminds me of a dream I had and somebody important to me, so. WHAT-EVER.
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