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my tears
run down
my face

like rain
down the
warm glass

my soul
i gave
to you

the ocean
it did
fall in

need not
land nor
fresh water

salt water
in it
i float

hear me
i cry
words drowned

all silent
nothing but
breaking waves

without knowing
i walked
through concrete

it's streets
so desolate
but then

i found
the ocean
without looking

waters sweeter
than anything
i know

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