water drowns in itself,
the foam roused by waves
that swing back and forth,
violently through listless sand
and your hands break
the consuming shell and fire
of things we keep to
allow for this a bright and
blessed sanctuary, a night
never to be abandoned
by your embrace, a time
we would continue to seek
the fervor and loneliness
only to be cured by your smile.
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