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SaltSalt condensing, and i feel dry. endless options, but not much timeFloating freely, and with no care. vacant breezes and bleaching fair Lost on water. opening out. understanding my liquid drought destroying doubt And i smell only baking salt and the burning of my blackened skin And i feel only gladness in my heart for my new and golden start on the ebb and flow sleep freely on azure and pass through golden skies on wings of woven silk to find a brand new world beyond the vast and boundless salt shifting further, drifting aloft. wet and draining, i'm leaking soft Bones reducing and peeling down. cannot be found And i creak into motion again and i lurch towards a lost retreat And it draws in a suction to land, girt in ivory sand and with a heart of green sleep freely on azure and pass through golden skies on wings of woven silk to find a brand new world beyond the vast and boundless salt gone all the way and i'm here in my opening out Shed another day to find the perfect tirade of light Sleep freely on azure and pass through golden skies on wings of woven silk to find a brand new world beyond the vast and boundless salt |