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Mar 2019
the waves, i hear them

my name on your lips
the sand is wet under my hands

your hands, the wetness of dried pain
grains between my fingers

your lingering touch
the white trails of the waves

hot on my cold lips
the riptide of our love

hit me
with the force of our kisses

sweet and salt
have you found your home?
lost and found
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lost and found  21/Cisgender Female
(21/Cisgender Female)   
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