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The calming beaches fill with strong currents going every way, too many ways I warn them, and wrong sounds of rushing water fill their ears instead They need to run, but their bodies can’t move No They won’t move They want to stay with me No They give me their hand But I’m not ready to go yet, the sun is still out lying with me in the sand     It surrounds me in an embrace I never want to let go The last thing I can’t let go of The heat feels so natural And I’ll wait for the storm to pass Watching them walk up and away from my little beach I should call Shout   Scream It’s okay, they can’t hear me now I shouldn’t strain my voice I can wait And maybe next time I’ll go
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
Heat
The calming beaches fill with strong currents going every way, too many ways I warn them, and wrong sounds of rushing water fill their ears instead They need to run, but their bodies can’t move No They won’t move They want to stay with me No They give me their hand But I’m not ready to go yet, the sun is still out lying with me in the sand     It surrounds me in an embrace I never want to let go The last thing I can’t let go of The heat feels so natural And I’ll wait for the storm to pass Watching them walk up and away from my little beach I should call Shout   Scream It’s okay, they can’t hear me now I shouldn’t strain my voice I can wait And maybe next time I’ll go
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
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