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The Deep
The shores of my mind do not reach the deep
Where so much blue is held encapsulated
Where end cease to begin
Where I’d run wild and free
In this deep I would swell and choose everything
Where there are no walls
I would choose them
For this misery is a part of me
And I
Apart of thee
Where so much blue is held encapsulated
Where end cease to begin
Where I’d run wild and free
In this deep I would swell and choose everything
Where there are no walls
I would choose them
For this misery is a part of me
And I
Apart of thee
Published 4th Oct 2011
| Edited 7th Feb 2015
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28th Mar 2012 10:32pm
So great, all the contradiction fits so right!!!!!!!!!!! Nicely done!!!!!!!!!!!
