Hits, backs away
And then hits, and again backs away
Hitting pains less
Hence ashore do stay
It is salt that you bring
Yet come anyway
Stay on, my wave
Though my sand, you turn clay.
Dry I have become,
But seas don’t, ha why would they
Come back, even if the seas die of thirst
Even if the world erases its blues, erase mine too anyway!
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