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Current mood: drained


Come to the edge of the shore and you will find broken shells and echoing waters
You can race the tide and taste the salt on your lips

In the whisper of the waves I hear the sounds of laughter
Floating all my secrets into the field of liquid sapphire
Keeping them hidden below the pulsing current

I find myself swimming in the sand
And trying to dry off in the sea.