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*a black heart drowning in euphoria*

Cherub. Rebel. Minstrel.

Cold Beach

He communicates literally in such a steady tone
But his depth is in his words
And applying a note unto it would magnify his soul.
He is gentleness gone awry;
And a manic in silence and control;
He strolls his way quietly into screaming serenity
As a forlorn wagged stray in social fury.

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