Billows of waves pull me down deep.
All my sorrows were soaked in brine and taken out far, far away.
For a moment, in the offing, I saw my old self.
My existence was always in a state of flux and now the tide, graciously so, has brought me my current self.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
Billows of waves pull me down deep.
All my sorrows were soaked in brine and taken out far, far away.
For a moment, in the offing, I saw my old self.
My existence was always in a state of flux and now the tide, graciously so, has brought me my current self.
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