Amanda Wilson (Calfornia)
I watch the waves crash agents the rocks. and smell the sweet ocean air. the sea wind blows throw my dark brown hair. and you put your arms around me and say when you look at the ocean think of me. when you smell the sweet air think it is me. and when you feel the sea wind blow threw your hair think it is my hands going throw your hair. so now I stand here wanting for you to come and bring all those feeling back. and tack my tiers away. so I stand here watching the ocean crash agents the rocks
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