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Enchant me with your words
Mystify me with your touch
**** me with your love
You can be rough
air
she's choking herself with the tears she's holding back
The sand tickles my ankles
As the breeze blows soft

The sun starts to makes its first peak from the end of the sea

I feel my feet dig into the crumbled bits of rock cooled by the night sky

I look ahead to see miles of endless water

My hair salty and tangled

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