writing from the inside with an iceland man.
and with this easy shade of evergreen i see through this glass as it looks back at me..
thick rustled knots seem bruise and bury the enemy, but just as much take the life from me.
deepest of oceans outline the place where we'll fall, and i just hope no one sees.
no one at all.
i want to see the blue lagoon!
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