sea salt leaves the memories,
of child-hood fun and gentle tease,
snap-shot in such comforting breeze,
They'll always judge and create make-believe.
Eyes on sea shells , ears of roaring oceans,
the smell of stench contrasts so easily
The factory nearby took the guilt reasonably,
All it takes is an ocean and their capitalism.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
sea salt leaves the memories,
of child-hood fun and gentle tease,
snap-shot in such comforting breeze,
They'll always judge and create make-believe.
Eyes on sea shells , ears of roaring oceans,
the smell of stench contrasts so easily
The factory nearby took the guilt reasonably,
All it takes is an ocean and their capitalism.
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