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(so this is where it begins, you see, the

bittersweet pace of lovestruck teenagers.)

we have conversations that ebb and flow, the moon pulling the tide. 

with bare feet submerged i can feel the yearning of the ocean slipping

grains of sand from my feet, and i wiggle my toes to help its escape. 

 you are running ahead of me

(running, of course, because your wonder is childlike and

i can see the glint of your teeth as you smile, pointing

to something in the sand, in the water, in the sky

every line of your body screaming look,

look here see this

see me)

and as your silhouette shadows the waves i

watch dips and gullies of the sea retreat to

lap at the chalky tears leaking from the moon.

(and you run back to me, to grab my hand 

pull me along, so now we're both running,

trailing sand spray and

shattered shells)

young love, we began by

waxing and waning on the blurred line

between radiance and dusk

(our feet in the sand and

our eyes on the moon.)


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(waves shyly)

Hey everyone! So this is my first author note, of sorts, and I just want to say thank you for reading this! It's my first time actually publishing an ongoing collection of poems, and it's crazy how many people have read this so far! 

So, I try to do weekly updates, usually two/three times a week. If you guys wanted to share this story, share your thoughts on this story, or just let me know what you think in general then I'd definitely appreciate it. 

Anyway, that's all for now. 

See you next update!

-Gabrielle :) 

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