̶ ̶ xcv. THE SHORE DREAMS OF US.
waves of forgiveness crash into
scratched rocks and a land full of sand that
no longer holds what was meant to be but more of what could've been.
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Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
xcv.
̶ ̶ xcv. THE SHORE DREAMS OF US.
waves of forgiveness crash into
scratched rocks and a land full of sand that
no longer holds what was meant to be but more of what could've been.