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skulk

these days
we tip toe around 
cracked souls
and flirt with the depth of their existence

once in awhile
a stranger is brave enough
to plant their roots firm on the shoreline
and let the tidal wave fall
broken at their feet
as if to say

"its ok to touch me."
#IntoTheFeralRedEther

◄ rock, paper, scissors

light as a feather ►

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