Dreaming of Tides

Change comes, as eventual as she wishes,

Lording over every season,

Sweat at the sight of her,

Sweat in her absence,

Sweat even more in withdrawal

Losing hopw will only leave you helpless,

Coming changes, a savour after your sins…


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