"with every crash, the waves shall
Claw on the beaches of your mind
- tearing with every pull of the sea
a memory,
a thought,
until all you're left with
are shards of broken glass;
now your mind is clear.
really?"
Claw on the beaches of your mind
- tearing with every pull of the sea
a memory,
a thought,
until all you're left with
are shards of broken glass;
now your mind is clear.
really?"
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