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649 · Dec 2014
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The sand tickles my ankles
As the breeze blows soft

The sun starts to makes its first peak from the end of the sea

I feel my feet dig into the crumbled bits of rock cooled by the night sky

I look ahead to see miles of endless water

My hair salty and tangled

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617 · Nov 2015
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Enchant me with your words
Mystify me with your touch
**** me with your love
You can be rough

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