You're the beginning and the end
and the blood in between;
the blues and the rains,
and the worshiper of what's seen.
The only one conscious of my existence,
the only one to whom I was the priority.
One day I'll return home
deep into the ocean where I was born.
Sunday, 5 May 2019
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