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Savannah's Cove
I'll be the king of misfits, your the queen of freaks
And i'll wear your crown of thorns upon my skull
I find drifting bodies oddly nurturing
Just pull me into your perfect world
We can hide behind the clouds and escape the night
It's too easy to get lost inside
What's a metaphor for my misery?
These eyes of hope are my disguise
poem
by
Nathan West
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