#loir
My mother the sea
She waits to be with me
The sand so deep
Grabs ahold of me
Filtering my soul
While exfolateing the old
My mother the the sea
Cant you see
I need thee
I see the sea as part of me
With its salt upon my lips
I embrace its new day
For i have been washed away
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC