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Mar 2020
Waves clash
in the distance,
And I feel it,
the Peaceful melancholy,
My skin dries, turns red
beneath the sun,
I squint, blink the
sand out of my eyes,
and watch the ocean
unfold into a serene
chaos, I realize I
wish to be it when
I die,
I wish to become
the sea
Anaïs
Written by
Anaïs  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Erin Riley and ---
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