Aug 2014
a distant shore
of something old
I visit often
the breeze is cold
the waves have gone
tides receded
I still fight hard
just to keep it
of something old
I visit often
the breeze is cold
the waves have gone
tides receded
I still fight hard
just to keep it
I know there's more but I'm content with this.
(32/M/HEREland)
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