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May 2016
Cleanse the shore,
simmer beneath my soles
cold sea foam kisses, seashells and horseshoes.
Set aflame the desert of our pasts.
Awaken me to new eyes and sore souls, from bruised
minds and crying smiles.
Even when moonlight arrives
the waves will remain
alive.
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