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Jun 2020
I feel myself drifting in your syllables,
swayed softly as if I were at sea.
Your sounds linger in my ear
like the waves crashing on shore
and the gulls in the air.

If there were ever a place to make a home,
it could be here.
Though if it couldn't be,
at least I can enjoy the serenity
and call it vacation.
Biobambi
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Biobambi  24/F/United States
(24/F/United States)   
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   Elizabeth J
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