"acre"
at the crossroads
when you’re lost;
don’t call to the sky.
the hell hounds who
come may not
bring you gifts
or tidings of good cheer,
but bad dreams
and spoiled teeth,
sad memories
and dark depths
you’d rather forget.
the moon won’t cry
for your poor lost soul;
it never did and it never will.
the crows will laugh
when you’re ready
to die,
and toss you back
to the waters.
don't try to crawl
into the sea;
she will spit you back out
like rotten food.
only those who
die at sea have
the privilege of living there;
you are not
one of them.
the pelicans
will swallow you whole
and you will
be lost forever
in their caverns.













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will swallow you whole
and you will
be lost forever
in their caverns."
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Je veux seulement oublier.
into the sea;
she will spit you back out
like rotten food.
only those who
die at sea have
the privilege of living there;"
Beautiful. My great grandfather died at sea, and these lines touched me.
I really love this!
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You are free to do whatever it is you want to do.
Thanks for the fav (worries aside).
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And, you are welcome.
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You are free to do whatever it is you want to do.
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Were heading to the sea, Archer told the clump of leaves. Want to come?
Main account: ~Misaki408
Party: *007-WriteOff
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Were heading to the sea, Archer told the clump of leaves. Want to come?
Main account: ~Misaki408
Party: *007-WriteOff
--
Were heading to the sea, Archer told the clump of leaves. Want to come?
Main account: ~Misaki408
Party: *007-WriteOff
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You are free to do whatever it is you want to do.
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