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She was all sea, once.
A girl with eyelashes made of knives
led an army to conscience.
She found herself in His light,
He who stole the sea,
and cut it up,
like it was undoubtedly His.
He gifted her an ocean,
and a sorry absence.
led an army to conscience.
She found herself in His light,
He who stole the sea,
and cut it up,
like it was undoubtedly His.
He gifted her an ocean,
and a sorry absence.
Published 21st Jul 2012
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22nd Jul 2012 5:58am
I think I love your poems not because I feel like I have to get what they mean, but because I can always imagine what they could. You have the ability to make me think about every word, line and letter.
