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By angieubaldo Date: 2002 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.13.06.39.23774]] |
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I want to stand on the beach, Where we once met. My ocean blending with your sand... The tide got to high, your shore to rocky. These memories stretch out, like shells on a deserted beach. Just remnants, remains of the days we were happy. Now I just want to ride my waves, Back to my ocean. But my ocean is infested, With the sands of your beach.... Where do I go from here? Help me, I am drowning... |