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the waves dancing
the sinking sand
and the grasping wind
all in rhythm, reminds me of you, mom
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from afar, everything looks so beautiful
go on, take pictures
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just don't go here,
please
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i brag about how my comfort place is the ocean
because the waves makes me wanna dance
the sand sinks my feet- i just wanna let it sink me forever
the wind allows me to gasp the air i have been longing for
in a rhythm, reminding me of
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hey mom,
remember when you told me that it was the first time you knew that i loved going to the shore
and i just smiled and looked at
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the ocean reminds me of you, mom.
well- you see, the waves never danced.
it hit people.
broke wine glasses,
and tore rocks until it looked like shells
the
sand traps
a quick sand in disguise- sinking everything that worked hard for
and the wind
gasp for air and she will give it you
as long as you keep asking for it
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all in an infinite rhythm
that's why
i brag about how my comfort place is the ocean
it is where you are
and where i stay.
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PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
