walking around in a circle
bare skin touching a cold wet sand road
black blindfolded closed my eyes
finding your voice between crashing waves
I miss you, I miss your voice.
no, no ... you don't miss her.
every step I took,
I close my eyes, tighten the ties
I close my ears, blocking all voices
Running from reality.
Those waves keep crashing and become noisier
please, stop.
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