10/21/10;

[sunsetbuttons]

Moving are the broken waves of past mistakes
Behind her gallops stallions of ocean blue, that never existed
Her bridge never strong enough to carry a heavy heart
To run towards the mountains-no; she dreamed of flying.

After all, a light irradiates from the nothing of the sea
In time the moon will make her dance above the dreary waves
And a tempered

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[chemicalscene]

you have such an amazing way with words Chelsea ;___;