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I'm listening to you and oceans are flowing through me
Waves are washing your words till detailed causes emerge
And precision tears my insides
But as who I am starts glaring through my face
I let go of the slides
I'm learning to speak as I'm finding the answers
On the shore I'm arranging the words: blue, pink, white
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