Waves like to push me,
They want to engulf me in their essence,
They try to lull my voice,
And fill up my lungs,
Dirt likes to blind me,
It wants to cover me,
It tries to cake my skin,
And decorate me,
Grass likes to stab me,
They want to lay beside me,
They try to destroy my skin,
And become one with me,
Wind likes to prob me,
It wants to kiss me,
It tries to make me run,
And dances with me.
They want to engulf me in their essence,
They try to lull my voice,
And fill up my lungs,
Dirt likes to blind me,
It wants to cover me,
It tries to cake my skin,
And decorate me,
Grass likes to stab me,
They want to lay beside me,
They try to destroy my skin,
And become one with me,
Wind likes to prob me,
It wants to kiss me,
It tries to make me run,
And dances with me.
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