I'm a thunderstorm trapped in a bottle,
A ship christened with tears instead of champagne,
I'm the fury of the sea heard in a seashell,
Driftwood, aimless in the current of time.
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"christened with tears instead of champagne"
ReplyDeletelove that.
love this.