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My whole life
I have come to the ocean
For healing and balm
And she has held me close
And washed me clean
Again and again
Today though
I have failed to find peace
At the foot of the ocean
For the first time
She has no healing words for me
No relief
Her energy is relentless, insistent
Full of acid and rage
She will be here
Long after us
She knows this is the fate
we write for ourselves
She knows this
And is not sorry