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The light of a Supermoon
I feel the pain coming back to me once more,
It washes over me like the light of a supermoon,
Like the way the ocean washes the sand over rocks, the pain washes over me.
I'm not the stone that you go to pick up in awh, I have ridges and bumps, holes and lumps and stange to the touch.
I feel every grain of the sand changing me bit by bit as thoughts of wanting to becoming one with sand washes through me, again, and again, and again.
© Celine-Marè♡
It washes over me like the light of a supermoon,
Like the way the ocean washes the sand over rocks, the pain washes over me.
I'm not the stone that you go to pick up in awh, I have ridges and bumps, holes and lumps and stange to the touch.
I feel every grain of the sand changing me bit by bit as thoughts of wanting to becoming one with sand washes through me, again, and again, and again.
© Celine-Marè♡
