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Jul 2016
There is a steady white wash of noise
It pulls your body closer
Your heart rate elevates
The air is thick with warmth
The mist delivers salt on your lips
A crash on shore hits you square in the chest

I can purify myself out there
You go under the water
Emerged in dark and light
Cold rushes over you
You are floating and fighting
Siren Coast
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Siren Coast
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