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Jan 2021
Take me to the sea
And let me taste the mist
Of a splintered white surf
That you may call a kiss.

I long for the beach,
The scent of a palm tree,
To stand between roaring waves
As they seep through me.

I'd die for a sunset,
Lazy over the deep.
A painter of his own accord,
On the ever-changing sea.
Mark Oslo
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