The waves of the tall grass
Really do look like water
When you stare through wet eyes
No matter how hard or how far I run
You won’t be there in the end
To catch me when all the clouds burst
If I could make it real again
I’d drown myself in the waves
Awakening in a whole new place
Back somewhere familiar
With memories that made less sound
Where I could taste you and smell my skin
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