Aug 2015
The ocean picks me
Up and spits me out again,
A ceaseless cycle.
And when it puts me
Down, for a brief moment I see
That the sea is you.
Up and spits me out again,
A ceaseless cycle.
And when it puts me
Down, for a brief moment I see
That the sea is you.
It makes sense to me idk
(Asheville)
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