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Winded by the Sea
By Blake Burris
My palms are burnt and broken
As soon as panga hits the plume,
I search far, wide and open
Waiting for the algae's bloom.
Hard to distinguish colors
When you're blinded by the truth,
I search far, wide and open
and only seem to find a few.
Maybe's meant for sinners,
Not for winners, yes it's true,
So, when you search far, wide and open
be sure to offer no excuse.
The reel spins fast and heavy
To rhythm of a clicking spool.
I searched far, wide and open,
patience kept me calm and cool.
While the action hits the sinking line
all I seem to think is you.
You searched far, wide and open,
only to leave the sea too soon.
Ay yi, bye, bye captain
I wish I woke up with you.
Searching far, wide and open
just to tell a story from your view.
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