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​From her silent night haven in the dark orange ripping clouds, she walks down the flashing beach, waist-deep in the water. With a long looming gaze, she chases the voices from the rain as I watch her still silhouette slowly fade away. And when my blind eyes will finally close between every white urgent streak, I'll see her smile rise through the darkness & the dream. ©2016 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Song for the Waiting
​From her silent night haven in the dark orange ripping clouds, she walks down the flashing beach, waist-deep in the water. With a long looming gaze, she chases the voices from the rain as I watch her still silhouette slowly fade away. And when my blind eyes will finally close between every white urgent streak, I'll see her smile rise through the darkness & the dream. ©2016 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
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