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- Jan 2, 2021
- 1 min read

Sea-side

When each foot measures a distant toil, numerous whispers muffle aloud heartbreaks , the nights descend to comfort and foil, human ambitions that leave by but streaks....

streaks of glitter and gold... days of impatience scuffing their ways, ways that are drudged but bold.......with divisive musings surfacing to the fore, you glance at them.....you keep on dreaming

They ruffle and roar.

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