The Broodings Of A Bound Escapist
Forever in an existential crisis.
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Thursday, 24 September 2015
You were water,
I was ice.
I am water,
You are ice.
We pour into each other.
Seamless,
Formless,
Boundless.
Over time, we
Take turns becoming the other,
Saving ourselves from drowning
In this ocean of insanity.
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