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Mar 2022
A three letter word awaits me,
they will pronounce it as four.
I waited for things to change,
confused nights standing at the door.
No glitz, glam, nor gore,
just ocean waves...
I'll be at shore.
Visit me again always,
because you never did before.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
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