Untitled PoemEverett Harbaugh Apr 24, 20201 min readI yearn for the embrace The touch on my face The welcome precipitation, The joyous encapsulation, When can it finally begin? I must go down to the sea again.
I yearn for the embrace The touch on my face The welcome precipitation, The joyous encapsulation, When can it finally begin? I must go down to the sea again.
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