Bottle, Erase, Wicked, Heart, Gaze, Tender
A bottle drifts on waves unknown,
Carrying whispers, seeds once sown.
In the past, I still tried to speak,
Yet tides erase the words it keeps.
A wicked fate, both vast and sly,
Hides the truth beneath the sky.
The heart still longs, it aches, it yearns,...
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