It comes in waves
Like the sea at the beach
It has many shapes
Lots of ways to reach me
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You can’t control the nature
Because we are just settled in it
I only deal with the phases
The god and bad ones I live
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Suddenly I gasp in the ocean
The feeling is being washed
I prepare myself to the next
emotion
There are senses you cannot stop
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