time travel
The cool salty spray, then a time delay, back in the past is where I coose to stay.
my mind is dwelling my deep thought is swelling, my dreary soul is not in control.
As my heart beats, I long to meet a time without my sorrowful retreat.
back in the past is where we meet. the cool salty spray, then a time delay,back in the past
is where i choose to stay.
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