Foaming, drifting, waiting
Roaming, shifting, hating.
Salt burns my skin, my eyes, my lips.
The wind is blowing, soon my flag rips.
The storm does not end, instead, brings more thunder.
I was not strong enough, so I just went under.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Foaming, drifting, waiting
Roaming, shifting, hating.
Salt burns my skin, my eyes, my lips.
The wind is blowing, soon my flag rips.
The storm does not end, instead, brings more thunder.
I was not strong enough, so I just went under.
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