Something about water makes me drift & swirl in streams from the inside. It's just hard to phrase. If i'm to try & explain i'd pick a paper & a pencil & i'd draw a wave; one single wave; so quiet & so slow.
I've been there & back, but part of me decided to stay. I left it safe & sound by the seaside until i go back one day & unite with it; her; the rest of me.
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