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A piece of my soul in ink, spilled on a blank canvas.
It bleeds, and drips and stains.
But so too do my thoughts,
as they bleed in my brain.
The ocean is here, ready to wash my canvas
Once again, it is there.
The waves crash, and dance away
Stop. Breathe. Take in the sea salt air.
[This is a poetry book if you couldn't tell lol]
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