Cracking whips of mighty waves
Flashing from drained pipes
Into Heart broken caves
Fishing the ocean
Catches of the day.... Who knows?
Memories blooms like White Paint
Should I stay back or take to go
Timidity in my Voice
Flow from Focal points in my surroundings
She knows it, but who's too say ?
That she beholds this in clarity
And gives the time of day
That i'm different
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