it's like staying at the seaside:
all those waves
coming from distant shores
where they bathed someone before,
are here now -
talking to me;
so I can sit, do nothing
and drink a bit.
I see breeze chase the sails.
Shadows play
with the light on your face.
Gentle sweep of the brow and again
looks dark and bold,
heartbreak of a girl.
i'm bad at this game, love
please just.. stay
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