Oceans That Speak

It wasn't long before she came back around to steal your heart once again

that you told me you loved me. In soft whispers on the beach, you swore to

me you would never leave, or was that just the ocean speaking with me? It

must have been because while you are nowhere to be found, the ocean and

all that it is, is still here whispering to me.

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