All day she feels the oil spill in her water. Mixing tide and seasons, The muck moans a mighty cry. Lonely of life the ocean whispers a song to the sea-bird asking her wings to stand on land for a …
SHE drives like a Sky Diver:
SHE Pays for silence to slice through
The monotony of limitations
SHE speaks
SHE Prolongs our exposure to freedom
to access the miracle of the replay
equilibrium becomes a circumstance
parallel to regaining sanity
you learn to SWIM in balance
SHE is so deep.
Trust me.
SHE Pays for silence to slice through
The monotony of limitations
SHE speaks
SHE Prolongs our exposure to freedom
to access the miracle of the replay
equilibrium becomes a circumstance
parallel to regaining sanity
you learn to SWIM in balance
SHE is so deep.
Trust me.
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