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I** hate it.
As the warmth of blankets
forms a burn over my knees.

I lay restless,
thinking.
All I need is you.

Wishing it was different.
Wishing i could have moved your hair behind your ear just once.
Wishing i could see you smile like that time on the beach.

I think back to that time.
I see the waves and taste the salt.
But all i now feel is the burn of blankets
All she see's is sea.
Cold water. Pass at the knees.
Undertow. Left Alone.
And suddenly.

The crash of sliding breaks breaks on old beaten rock.
The mind stops.
The sand finds its way into every detail of her figure.
Like water soaking in an old sponge.

— The End —