11:57 pm, Monday, 1st January
The waves of a turquoise ocean lap slowly onto the soft golden hue of sand in intervallic motions. I am bound to the infinity of the wind's gentle caresses and I find that such allows a serenity to pool within my chest and trickle between my ribs. All is right within the world.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
