we are the risen. after the storm. rest in the sea. washed up on the beach.
October 11, 2009
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"The water is warm,
but its sending me shivers.
A baby is born,
crying out for attention.
Memories fade,
like looking through a fogged mirror
Decisions to decisions are made and not fought
But I thought,
this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not."- Kids
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