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Jan 2016
A cotton hood block the wind
the salt gritty so that everything hurts
i feel them scratching,
whipping against my hood
and I hear the ocean screaming
in pain and in tears
I cry out, why crash
like the way you do?
And the ocean replies
I'm in love with the moon
yet in every waking of the night
I can never reach her
so I drown in her light
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
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