Pebbles and sand meet
and take a stand
A voice rushes in
Falls on broken skin
Gaps fall where angels stood tall
on empty ships I knew nothing at all
Sails past with wishes empty on broken glass
Turn the mast and chase to face your past
Destiny will bite until you turn through
A pleasure to see, pages burnt askew
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