confesions crashing against a cliff
against your inavility to change.
what kind of sea is my love
that after years
so many years of crashing
it can't bear your flesh
worse than stone
no granite like the lack of place
for me in your heart
Ahh but the answer lies in the sky
it is but to move the moon
to change the atraction of this world
moving the planet
tilt away from your continent
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