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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.

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Hard to distinguish colors

When you're blinded by the truth,

I search far, wide and open

and only seem to find a few.

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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.

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The reel spins fast and heavy

To rhythm of a clicking spool.

I searched far, wide and open,

patience kept me calm and cool.

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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.

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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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