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Jul 2018
While the cicadas cry
Underneath the summer sky
I stand on finite sand
In front of me the infinite sea

The ocean breathe
Memories in my eyes
Triggering a waterfall
Cooling me down

While my curtains shut
I hear laughter from left to right
Like a panorama view of the sunset
Burning me from the inside

I feel something touch my left hand
Soft and smooth, a perfect fit
"Open your eyes, it's such a waste"
But I want to dream, I reply

"Speak normal english
So I can understand"
Whatever that is
'Cause I'm no english man

She chuckles and all laughter
They all mute together
Where was it you're going?
Was it Oslo or the port of Liverpool?

This ocean it's connected
It's connected to both
Which ever way you go
I'll go the same

"No"
"You must not follow"
I ask why not?
"It's not meant to be"

But I, but I...
Before I could say
My left hand was alone
Quiet and dark

And here I'm stranded
Cicadas crescendo
The ocean dies
And there I open my eyes
Written by
Bake Kitsune
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   julie
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