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oceans

it sounded like shattering glass on your mother’s table
such effortless breakage
so i ran and hid under sheets
hoping you wouldn’t find me

i escaped into my mind once again
an ocean of blue i can float on
the kind that has no end

these waves keep me from you,
i depend on this tide to save me

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