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I have always known 
That I belonged to the sea 
The ripples are waving 
The tide sets free 

As I sailed the sea of sighs 
I wore the scars of the stars 
Upon my bare skin 

In my gown of expectation 
I cupped my hands 
Around the white butterfly 
Almost stilborn 
It flew into infinity 

Today I am not 
Awoken by the soot 
I am An echo 

Life has chosen me, I know 
I exhale each broken part 
Living is a dying art