theres something intoxicating
about everything
the world we're in, the air we breath
i can smell the salt, the power of a gentle whisper
the hopeless abandon of the sea
the earthy control the groves have over me
i bet, for all the riches of the deepest troves
that this is unattainable
without
clear mind, pure of heart
this is yours for the taking
and its in your hands, the edge of your lips
dont waste this passion
live, breath
live life for what it really is
stay true.
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