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11:38 am

our love came in waves

each one believing it could fly

only to crash and fall

with its release

now our love

comes in other forms

like the crunchy sea shells

against your bare feet

washed up by the tide

orphans of the sea

i would sit upon this shore

and count each and every one

if it meant

you could love me

like i love you

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