The brine-laden air fills my lungs,A weight off my shoulders, rising into the sun Trauma resurfaces, melds, and breaksBecoming the froth in the ocean waves.I don’t even know the name I was givenLa mer, la playa, 海洋 is riddenWith tightened constraints of shocking brutality
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The brine-laden air fills my lungs,A weight off my shoulders, rising into the sun Trauma resurfaces, melds, and breaksBecoming the froth in the ocean waves.I don’t even know the name I was givenLa mer, la playa, 海洋 is riddenWith tightened constraints of shocking brutality