Blowing against the sea,
Tying my heart in knots,
And freeing my loathsome soul.
The tide rushes in,
Crashes against the might breakers,
Relinquishes my ribbons,
Vulnerable.
Defenseless.
The ribbons rush back,
My ribbons of sand,
Blowing against the sea,
Tying my heart in knots,
And freeing my loathsome soul.
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