There’s an ocean, collected on the other side of the world.
Away from those that taught her destruction.
Learning from the land what it feels like to sink.
What else can she do but weep?
and slowly flood as we sleep...
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
There’s an ocean, collected on the other side of the world.
Away from those that taught her destruction.
Learning from the land what it feels like to sink.
What else can she do but weep?
and slowly flood as we sleep...
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