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(Chorus) I never wanted to leave I will never be free The light is calling to me For me to have peace... -Descovia My mind runs deep as the ocean, thoughts are tides filled with memories that slowly merge it's way through the sand, but still existent within the water. Ocean of sadness, I hear you sing so beautifully! Feeling every part of me, sinking and drowning into semantic memories. The tide pulls in my mind. Drifting away, to escape the pain and miseries. I sought vigorously to become immortalized in your heart, where my home suppose to be! Diminished of my energy. Eventually this will be the end of me. This is not temporary, if you could truly see. Terrors in my heart surfacing. Ocean. Sea. Hear my plea. Please set my burning soul free!!! Thank you so much for your well being, knowledge, protection, dedication to survival, unlimited appreciation, patience and understanding to my growing light as well as demons surrounding us! (@clairastudillo on instagram) This collaboration wouldn't have been possible without you.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
Ocean
Recovered, head down, knees clenched Legs still won't walk her home. Skin wet and heart drenched listen to words and candid tone and accepts her returning reverie with a sip of the bottle of bravery Yes, it was an awkward time - amp
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Awkward time
I listen to the sound of the waves. Looking for a clue, an echo of your silence. And I patiently wait for you. Like Amphitrite waited for Poseidon. Sandoval
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
Poseidon
A rose only grows by getting watered, and being acknowledged by light. Same goes with love. Sandoval
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Light
You can mend a broken heart, but never with the same string twice. Sandoval
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Mend
Thirty seven thousand feet, in the air. Scattered towns look like tiny galaxies in the night sky. I could write a thousand poems. But all I can think of is the magic in your eyes. Sandoval
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
Sky
I looked up to him, as he stood there, right in front of me. I felt the stars burning inside my clenched hands. I wanted to touch him, with this hopeless light running through my long thin fingers. The moon was imprinted in his eyes, and I could count every constellation of his freckled countenance. But, I could not yield. He was a black hole, and I was the sun. One step closer, and he'd take my whole life. What do you do with a love like that? If not love from afar. Sandoval
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Him
Mirror, mirror, on the wall... Is it worth me asking anymore? Do you tell the truth at all? © John Paul Fraser
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Mirror
I was not born a poet. I was broken into one. Sandoval
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Broken
She could see it in his eyes. He was leaving soon, and it was too late to try. She wanted to scream "stay," but in their silence, she understood it was goodbye. Sandoval
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
Stay