bring me to your island
before you go missing
in the forest
across the ocean
add waves and waves
near the purple sky
with rays from unveiling stars
circle of the sun sleeping
triangle beaks
jagged stars
no shape for us
ill wait on this bench
alone thinking
waiting on the waves
building to the boat
the size of your islands
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