Snowmine
to hold an ocean
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Please whisper lines of books that I should have read.
Can you still my hand that never rests?
Tell me how it is again.
But why I am still afraid of silence I think I may never know.
Instead we fill the air with violence
Just to reap the grain we sow.
Don't worry we're just thinking something
Cup your hands on your mouth to hold an ocean.
You can't worry we're just thinking something
Cup your hands on your mouth to hold an ocean.