Washing away

Down by the sea we went. I surfaced ashore, but you couldn’t stay, you had to go.

I do not waste time bleming the tides. You coulnd’t bare it, then you couldn’t breathe.

I am all solitude now. Yet, I fell everything inside. I just couldn’t keep the old lies.

When the water comes flowing all the way here, I see shallow remarks of what we used to be.

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