We stand on the shoreline waiting for a glimpse of god but only catch the reflection of a daily dying sun. Over and over it plunges to the sea..
Capt.PirateFace
there is no fear here
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
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