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Cold in the eye before felt The languid palette invites Sapphire soul calls below The reach of gems awake in a permanent gust Carrying salt. Bound together in air Vibrations The harmony of boughs stirring The guard of now from beyond A broad slope That shifts beneath each step Dull grains pressed and swept again Scarce reveal an elusive gleam Salt. Foam the sentinel wave Repeats again new and the same Steadfast Titanium heaven A second sky The deepening wood midnight prolongs A refuge of the past
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
My Coast
Cold in the eye before felt The languid palette invites Sapphire soul calls below The reach of gems awake in a permanent gust Carrying salt. Bound together in air Vibrations The harmony of boughs stirring The guard of now from beyond A broad slope That shifts beneath each step Dull grains pressed and swept again Scarce reveal an elusive gleam Salt. Foam the sentinel wave Repeats again new and the same Steadfast Titanium heaven A second sky The deepening wood midnight prolongs A refuge of the past
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
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