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The Waaaves ...


Waves , they tripple over like a washing machine and have so many wonderful sounds , it reminds me of the river in the mountains they crash like thunder clouds , as waves crash , it's sounds like bass drums soon, crystals appear in the waves waves rub against my leg, like a dogs soft lick it stirs the sand , like a spoon stirring the water the water splashing in my face , feels like thousands of tiny whips the gloomy stormy color, reminds me of the cold sky the icy waves give me cold chills , but I will always love the waves
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