Solitary World

I Write Her

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dreams of isolation
a cerebral pull
to a secluded island
a craving for solitude

choosing peace
and nature
escaping to freedom
and bliss

white smooth perfection
envelopes my feet
as i walk
to the horizon

pristine water
saturates my pores
cleans my soul
iā€™m weightless, so calm

carried away
on the whim of the ocean
the loud silence of the waves
pushing me further to tranquility

I own the perfect island.

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