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She wrote in the sand
A message along the shore...
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It was so long ago, and yet
I remember very clearly...
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Everyone is entitled to choose who they want to be...
My friends are entitled to choose their friends...
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Sometimes I step back from words,
not because I am wrong...
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Your features were traced in charcoal,
Not ink...
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hibernate when life turns cold and loud,
When people bruise my being, when the world feels...
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My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...
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I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...
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You asked -
"Please? Would you do it...
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They lifted him
Stitched his name into constellations...
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The thought of what they thinking
Then they whisper how could she...
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Walking along the beachy sand
Walking along hand in hand...