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Jan 2019
I take a sip of the
ocean
Hoping its perfection will soak into my veins;

Dreaming of its beauty
wrapping itself around me like a blanket.

But perfection is just an illusion
and in the end
the only thing I swallowed
was salt water.
Written by
faith
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