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Feb 2022
She had eyes like crazy oceans,
angered by the shoreline,
stepping on it's heels.

i miss them.

Maybe not tripping
over them everyday,
no.

But i wish they'd meet
with me tonight
just so they can **** me up
one or two more times

then i will return to write,
with sand slipping
through my fingers

slipping...
               slipping...
Rupert Pip
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Rupert Pip  24/United Kingdom
(24/United Kingdom)   
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