I was that kid,
Who ran miles along the sea shore,
She plunged her head into her fears.
Nor sun, neither sand bothered her.
I was that girl,
Who spent her off days by the sea shore,
Wetting her legs, music in her ears.
Nor time, neither thought bothered her.
I am that woman,
Who rarely finds the sea shore.
Sitting dry, musing through the years.
Nothing but bothers her...
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