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I heard the waves calling me, splattered rain made its way drifting me to mahogany. Carved my imagery into the root of the tree, I took a hard path away from the ones who were rooting for me. I opened my eyes for the blind who couldn’t see, needed a reason to keep on living while they were polluting the scene. Traveled coast to coast to discover the different brands of **** weak glands made it hard to breathe. I saw my sins come to life in another dream, waking up to a misty breeze on the shore, while the waves were calling me.
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Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
Waves calling me.
I heard the waves calling me, splattered rain made its way drifting me to mahogany. Carved my imagery into the root of the tree, I took a hard path away from the ones who were rooting for me. I opened my eyes for the blind who couldn’t see, needed a reason to keep on living while they were polluting the scene. Traveled coast to coast to discover the different brands of **** weak glands made it hard to breathe. I saw my sins come to life in another dream, waking up to a misty breeze on the shore, while the waves were calling me.
jerome-brown
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Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
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