Waves

No man can understand the ebb and flow of this tide we call love. 

Its warm currents sweep us out to the deep, blue sea where we’re most vulnerable. 

When did man grow gills and learn how to breathe under water? 

Yet we run to love’s shores and hope we do not drown. But drown we do. Everytime.

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