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May 2016
The oceans could always be the cursor, to something far greater or worse
They are depths of blue and endlessness, just as the eyes you possesses, the voice you speak with
But that is the trial and risk we take in these short lives of ours
So I shall take my sails, to your ocean forever
Something I wrote, for the dearest in my life
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
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