Apr 2021
The tide is turning,
My fears are burning.
Going up in smoke,
As the rest of my doubts drown.
Slipping under the surf,
And disappearing into the sky.
My fears are burning.
Going up in smoke,
As the rest of my doubts drown.
Slipping under the surf,
And disappearing into the sky.
(25/M/Washington, DC)
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