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Jul 2019
it was waves crashing
misting skin
leaving glistening optimism
on a hot day

one hundred and twenty
Hours of relief

our star gently reaching its hand
in between trees stretching
begging to touch the sky

it was waves crashing
white noise over silence

I heard peace in it.
relief
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mike  33/Non-binary
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