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Apr 2015
I yearn to escape with you,
To a place where the beer is cheap,
But the memories pure.

Dwindling away our days,
Just us and the teetering shoreline.

No longer felt are the concerns of the everyday, just the gentle sea breeze caressing you, vanishing the sand from your scaled skin.

Fall into my grasp and push me into serenity,
Bury all your secrets in my skin,
And take me away to a place where I may drown in the thought of you.
Dylan Nicklason
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Dylan Nicklason  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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