At La Push
He sits on a rock
waiting for destiny.
A wave picks him up like wind
blowing seeds off a dandelion.
His soul bleeds dirt
turns the ocean calm
as day turns into night.
He sits on a rock
waiting for destiny.
A wave picks him up like wind
blowing seeds off a dandelion.
His soul bleeds dirt
turns the ocean calm
as day turns into night.



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