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Albeit flawed,

Poetry

I was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?

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by axxwinterbourne

by axxwinterbourne

You found me

when I didn't

ask to be sought after

and I wish I could

take a break and

find solace

from your gravity

but your looming

scent alone is enough

invitation to lose

all my wits

and bury myself

miles beneath

your skin, if only

you could step

closer...