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Oct 2016
Your eyes like the ocean
Just not as wet
I've kept my wits about me
Till the ripping current
Washed away my liberties
Thrashed me to the shore
Left like glass
Smashed in sand
From the same stone

Glass cooled rapidly and
Not even the people were real
One thing left to feel
Deep dark heaven
Rose
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Rose
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