Jul 2013
I draw lines like a map
and walk along its coast.
The tempests of one day,
seem to quell by the next.
After the sand's the swell's host,
my troubled tides pull away.
and walk along its coast.
The tempests of one day,
seem to quell by the next.
After the sand's the swell's host,
my troubled tides pull away.
Written by
Sean Yessayan
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