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All I Gave
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Spunky Fresh Can 1113 even be?
I feel it refers
To the sliver between
From that of which touch
Appealing ever so much
And the swallowing drawstring
Letting thoughts run amuck.
This place shall emerge
From the tickets you buy
The chances you risk,
Versus times that you fly.
Alarms going off
On Land, so you swim
However dark the confusion
Your light just won't give in.
Drawing up quests for the sand
Rarely ever creates a clear map.
For the method is more entertaining and interchangable
Than the vision of destination
Now scattered amidst the waves
Reminders of all that you gave.
