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Like water you beat and you crashed hoping to hollow me and that I'd finally relent. You wanted a cave. Empty for you to fill, although still holding some structure to protect. But you did not seem to understand at all. Or at least you failed to notice. My walls collapsed too down down, and crumble instead of a shelter you only got sand. But sand, sand is a beach and a beach is not so bad. You come and wash upon me still influenced me like you meant. However again you did not notice, or at least did not seem to care. Even sand wears thin even sand grows tired. You bashed and battered hoping I would see. But now everything is under your sight line. You would not hear your own ferocity and you could not hear me over the roar of waves. And so we are quite now all my bonds shattered and nothing left for you to crash against.
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
What They Don't Tell You About the Ocean.
Like water you beat and you crashed hoping to hollow me and that I'd finally relent. You wanted a cave. Empty for you to fill, although still holding some structure to protect. But you did not seem to understand at all. Or at least you failed to notice. My walls collapsed too down down, and crumble instead of a shelter you only got sand. But sand, sand is a beach and a beach is not so bad. You come and wash upon me still influenced me like you meant. However again you did not notice, or at least did not seem to care. Even sand wears thin even sand grows tired. You bashed and battered hoping I would see. But now everything is under your sight line. You would not hear your own ferocity and you could not hear me over the roar of waves. And so we are quite now all my bonds shattered and nothing left for you to crash against.
jaredsanmiguel
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
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