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I’ve never been to the beach
But i can swear It smells just like my sister—
6628 miles away from me
You can call this scent a synonym for hope
That her hands will find ground fertile enough for growing
So she’ll plant a prayer for a tomorrow that rejoices
It’ll grow into answers
They’ll lead her to ground
Steady enough for building
So she will build a home
In this home she will find safety,
In this home, love does not have to worry about its next meal, so, it thrives
& she will too
