Fighting the tears that fight back
Cracking whips of mighty waves
Flushing from Drained pipes
Into Heart broken caves
Fishing the ocean
Catches of the day.... Who knows?
Memories sploom like White Paint
Should I stay back or take to go
Timidy in my Voice
Flow from Focal points in my surroundings
She knows it, but who's too say?
That she beholds this in clarity
And gives the time of day
That im Different...
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