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| I can't admit, I can't Raise my white flag. I can't let it leave my burning mouth. For once that clich�d phrase hits the air, It cools off and hardens. It's not as soft as it was in my head. Waves come alive and awaken others as Soon as they pour outward. And I'm afraid of the Beast, Which will rise, once This sea spews out. This Beast is all we see, What some may call reality. Perhaps this Beast will scare you too. And you will pack your things to leave. Please would you just read my thoughts, (This Beast) Before they go too far. Would you just catch my aura In that butterfly net Before it flutters off. If you could see in me, We wouldn't have to speak at all. If I were in your arms, Would they be filled? |