chica chica yeahh

[raquetzapper]

soothe! soothe! soothe!
Close on it's wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,
But my love soothes not me, not me.

Low hangs the moon, it rose late,
It is lagging- O i think it is heavy with love, with love.

O madly the sea pushes upon the land,
With love, with love.

skipped art survey yesterday.
skipping critical thinking now.
tutoring at 5.
i have so much time to waste.
waste
waste
waste

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