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Mar 2019
In a passing glance
I found myself in the wind
waking up as I was blown down

In a twirling dance
I lost myself in the sea

Nothing more, the breeze
of the ocean floor

carry me

Under the blue, swaying with you
Breathing the tides
Laugh when we cry
Jordan Stanley
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Jordan Stanley  21/Arkansas
(21/Arkansas)   
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