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  • Salt water
    Rolls across the shore,
    Salt water
    Beckons me once more,
    What treasures would be
    Washed up for me to explore,
    Salt water
    Smoothening the roughness of stones,
    Giving meaning to collectors’ bones
    Salt water
    Brings forth the wreckage of the drifting old
    To construct new stories that will be told
    Salt Water
    Rolls down my cheeks
    Blurs the division between me and what I seek,
    And on the horizon could I see
    The treasures in the deep blue sea
    Is it the fragments of my heart?
    Coming towards the shore
    Smoothed and smothered by time
    Preserved well through storms by
    Salt water,
    And pulled across the oceans;
    The moon and I watching and waiting,
    To greet it once more.
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