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Tomorrow Shores
The ocean wants for no salt nor water.
Shed tears to empty yourself,
not to fill vast seas.
Sit upon this spray-kissed rock
and wait for the horizon ship
that sweeps past on rolling waves.
It takes you to tomorrow shores
where fire-gold souls dance
and tame the darkness.
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