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Caleb Fulton
Curse dry eyes, tender even to the touch of shallow moist breath.
My soul weeps heavy ponds, filling the cavernous ruins left from the boy I once was.
I am flawed, imperfect in nature.
Flooded with thoughts of sympathy, paralyzed with rapids of empathy.
Damned waves flowing among the incessant depths of an ocean with no beach. Oh how I long for the shallows warm embrace, the curve of even just one crest as I pass of the reef.
The crushing tsunami of my break as I crash over the sands, even if just to reside back to the depths. Oh what a thunderous crash it woube.
My soul weeps heavy ponds, filling the cavernous ruins left from the boy I once was.
I am flawed, imperfect in nature.
Flooded with thoughts of sympathy, paralyzed with rapids of empathy.
Damned waves flowing among the incessant depths of an ocean with no beach. Oh how I long for the shallows warm embrace, the curve of even just one crest as I pass of the reef.
The crushing tsunami of my break as I crash over the sands, even if just to reside back to the depths. Oh what a thunderous crash it woube.
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But his maleness tends to win out...I had to read it a couple of times..I liked it...but could us a lil work...I found parts of it confusing...keep writing...hug
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great ocean images
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Nice job
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