Seashells are pure
They dance across the ocean waves
Waiting for serenity to hit
Though they are already filled
with utter esctasy
I feel as if I am a seashell
Waiting for his wave
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
Seashells are pure
They dance across the ocean waves
Waiting for serenity to hit
Though they are already filled
with utter esctasy
I feel as if I am a seashell
Waiting for his wave
9 May 2020
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