Rogue Wave – Postage Stamp World
She always smiled at me
and I always wore my intentions on my sleeve.
Or so I believed.
But none of us are that complex,
we are all see though obvious.
Swirling mists
on a swirling sea.
Our sleeves are hard to see.
She always smiled at me,
and all I could ever see was green.
And so I believed.
You always smiled at me,
and somewhere hurricanes ripped up beachside trees.
A simple step a simple glance,
getting killed by avalanche.
Seasinks
acraein 
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