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Beaches
I'm not a pretty sunset on the beach
With small waves and a spring breeze.
My waves are high
They rumble fiercely.
No coral reef but a bed of rocks that guards crabs and sea urchins.
But I'll still love you more than the waves will ever love the shore.

-Aeri

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