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Hearing the shaking palms reminds me of a steady rain - the smell of petrichor envelops my senses - as the tides come crashing through each wave of pain. I can taste the salt in the air - imprisoned by this eternal longing - left with a dare.

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danielle-rose

American

Published: Feb 14, 2022
LinesWords: 148

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