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cleansed.

i spent hours beneath the rain collecting seashells, wandering the shore, this mind of mine lost in its own world i fed the sea memories, silent songs of this saudade in my veins i watched the previous day get washed away by the waves, so many lost hours swept...
cleansing petals

cleansing petals

we cut the rope made of daisy chains, exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way we were drowning in a deluge of doubt, clamoring towards the surface, struggling to find a way out but, these flowers are breaking like waves against our skin, a cleansing rush of soft...