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I've grown a wave
by gnashing teeth around a promise of quiet
I've grown a wave
let every sky turn to a promise of silence

and there will be no place left to drown
when we dry the salt in our mouths
your lungs guide pearls and cells
on the land where we can't break

and when you'll decide to crush
there will be a hand to keep your head under
because there's no air for those who trust there is a shore

change your feet into stones (if you want to rise)
staring at the surface

and there will be no place left to drown
when we dry the salt in our mouths
your lungs guide pearls and cells
on the land where we can't break

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