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 Jul 2020 Nikki
Joshua
We walked the streets to the shore,
our feet filled with sand.
We are displaced but comfortable,
your arms wrapped around me.

We hummed songs from the 80s,
under the glow of the moonlight.
We are everywhere at once,
I don't ever want to leave this island.

— The End —