
I do not chase
I wait.
Waves bring me what I need:
lost souls, tired hearts,
men who mistake silence for safety.
By the time they hear my song,
it is no longer music—
it is memory
pulling them under

I do not chase
I wait.
Waves bring me what I need:
lost souls, tired hearts,
men who mistake silence for safety.
By the time they hear my song,
it is no longer music—
it is memory
pulling them under
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