Wednesday, September 19

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The sea said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice
The seaweed wrapped its arms around you

The carpet on my cheek feels like a forest
And I run through the tall trees with your hand chasing me

The books that I keep by my bag are full of your stories
That I drew up from a little dream of mine, a little nightmare of yours

To beat us to take this plunge to forgive and forget
And be a better man, to be a better man, to be a better man.

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