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But not in her four walled fortress, it starts
No, on a cliff side Seascape Far south on The edge of the end of the world
Her peninsula stretched Out of view yet Foregrounded by Inspiration
In front of the never silent Dedication Brakes press and in park Rest Wait
This too discontent
Foundations built by hand A framing team of two She waits Like a nail For that lonely hammer
Tired of salty harbors He rides Eager for vision And one outline In particular Beside the high walled Interiors of the sea
The wind speeds him Blowing up on his back Through the showering kisses Of rocks and waves
Collisions
She prays toward the Skies Where she goes Traversing more than just The atmosphere
Her plot at the lost Connection And a torrent of memories The same scurry that pulls him Up and down Like sowing thread They become one
On that strip of weathered rocks Under pelican calls until their currents crashed together upon each other
Reminders of fate
But not in her four walled fortress, it starts
No, on a cliff side Seascape Far south on The edge of the end of the world
Her peninsula stretched Out of view yet Foregrounded by Inspiration
In front of the never silent Dedication Brakes press and in park Rest Wait
This too discontent
Foundations built by hand A framing team of two She waits Like a nail For that lonely hammer
Tired of salty harbors He rides Eager for vision And one outline In particular Beside the high walled Interiors of the sea
The wind speeds him Blowing up on his back Through the showering kisses Of rocks and waves
Collisions
She prays toward the Skies Where she goes Traversing more than just The atmosphere
Her plot at the lost Connection And a torrent of memories The same scurry that pulls him Up and down Like sowing thread They become one
On that strip of weathered rocks Under pelican calls until their currents crashed together upon each other
Reminders of fate