Muriel Vieux
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I wanna ride that last wave
I wanna hold until the crash
Till it dies in a whisper
Out of breath
On the
Shore

I wanna weather that last storm
I wanna grab hold of lightning
Till it crumbles in a puddle
Out of sound
In the
Soil
10:58 PM - May 01, 2024
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