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I could still smell the thick salt air as pelicans hovered above. Papa I said, as he stood staring off west. Is it our fault we had to leave home and everything we loved? He took me up into his arms soft, gentle and told me to look out into the big blue. If you’re still and look hard enough you can see our new home. I tried. When I looked into his eyes there was no doubt he could see it. Like a dream we were shook into this land of great promises with our hopes open wide.

Heart Heart Aches, aches, aches, aches Left atrium, right atrium. Four chambers harmoniously. Blood in, blood out, blood in, blood out Right ventricle, left ventricle. Sucking, pumping, beating this love Straight through the veins main chain, always. A simple interior view, Is what I want to give to you. Beats, beats, beats, beats the drum inside Willing to hide my selfish pride, Scared to give this organ away. Take it, stretch it, shape it, shake it, But please, please, please, please don’t ...

The Backdrop of heaven and hell surrounded my youth, offering paradise during the harshest times. Many people travel far and wide for beauty, that can’t be taken for granted. Traveling on a road that takes you all the way to the sun, makes you want to live forever, away from the rest of the world. Being places that aren’t confined by tall earth make me feel trapped. Living on a minute piece of land that was once so vast can make any person feel cheated. Then I see, looking around only to find...