Lost in the storm
I can't help but think of you everytime I see a lighthouse, they were, or are, your favourite, with ever crash of the waves, I wish my memories would ripple away. the decision of moving on, or waiting spins in my head, like every round of the lantern, how will I get my ship out of this storm?
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