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Martina Jan 2019
I was drowning in quicksand
You said reach for my hand
But all I could think of was
Pour me another drink
And let me sink
Martina Jan 2019
One day she came towards me
breeze in her hair and lips color peach
beautiful as a dream but too far to reach

One day she walked away from me
heading to the sea she left in my heart a breach
and now my soul is trapped here on this beach

— The End —