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284 · Jul 2015
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Varela Jul 2015
summer nights seem to  be endless
the clock would never tick pass midnight
our chatter used to make it  bearable though
now with the  absent of you
my mind aspire too much
I'm slowing losing myself again
all my dreams are based around the ocean
the tide is picking up
I feel the water on my skin
soon the current will crash against me
the water is frigid
oh how I lust for your touch
the warmth it brings
comparable
to the sun and stars

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