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Representative of the Ocean; The under side of galaxies - depths that man will never come to know, But will foolishly never cease to search to for. The tips of waves Caressing the shore line to meet man once again, Though it draws its feeble hand back often. The color blue is The moment after grieving, The emptying of great seas. Temporary peace.
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
The Color Blue
Representative of the Ocean; The under side of galaxies - depths that man will never come to know, But will foolishly never cease to search to for. The tips of waves Caressing the shore line to meet man once again, Though it draws its feeble hand back often. The color blue is The moment after grieving, The emptying of great seas. Temporary peace.
idk what this is
alexis-kees
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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