Cal (scrbls)

I know we have to keep moving. To pick up the pieces of us that we’ve lost. That if we leave them on the ground too long, they will decay in the dampness and the dark. But first, let’s hold each other, and we can decide when it’s time to restart. -Scribbled in grief

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The beauty of the built on the blue blue sea, Is only but a blip compared to thee. A feat of mankind to vessel to new lands, Though after each embrace, there’s gore on your hands. •scribbled on a ferry in May•

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I know we have to keep moving. To pick up the pieces of us that we’ve lost. That if we leave them on the ground too long, they will decay in the dampness and the dark. But first, let’s hold each other, and we can decide when it’s time to restart. -Scribbled in grief

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