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Crumbling

salt spray, november gray  
nothing stops the tide  
heeding call of the milky way  
nothing stops the tide  
sea relentless, wave on wave  
we're boulders...  
boulders ground to sand  

my walls are crumbling  
my will is crumbling  
my words are crumbling  
my mind is crumbling  
(can you hear me, crumbling?)  
 
tightrope, balancing  
quicksand at my feet  
beach face washed with salt again  
quicksand at my feet  
waters rising, take a breath  
there's seaweed...  
seaweed in my hair  
 
my walls are crumbling  
my will is crumbling  
my words are crumbling  
my mind is crumbling  
(can you hear me, crumbling?)  
 
Written by brokentitanium (k.)
Published | Edited 11th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Here it is on my bandlab page:
https://www.bandlab.com/post/3a037533-9458-ec11-94f6-a04a5e79a6b8
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