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May 2020
I'd keep on coming back
to that one same shore

in hopes to still
feel the prints we made
through sand

and a constant pray'r that
our Mighty sea
would sail you back to me

no matter how the wind
pulls us apart.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
(26/F/from the unknown galaxy)   
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