It is on evenings like this I dream
of holding you. Standing at the edge of
The ocean, and forgetting there
really are other people on the planet.
For in these quiet moments, they do not
Exist.
I miss you.
Edge of The Ocean
It is on evenings like this I dream of holding you. Standing at the edge of The ocean, and forgetting there really are other people on the planet. For in these quiet moments, they do not Exist. I miss you.
1–2 minutes
Voices-of-Nature 
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