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Malibu
May 5, 2022
I want to be where the air is fresh
Where the contrasting houses are
The pink and the black
And the salt air blows
That same old sound
The palm trees dance and the sand grows cold
As the sun goes down
Is it real? I want to go back
Watch the whole reel til the picture goes black
As I feel
our lives roll past
© Anonymous
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This is a nostaglic piece and it refers to when I would go with my dad to deliver surfborads in the summertime when I was little.