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Albeit flawed,

Poezie

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

                                    
                                              Thank you
                          for showing
                          me the truth

                          when I least
                          asked for it,
                          now my words
                          that bespoke
                          my love will 
                          at last cease
                          from existence:
                          at long last
                          the toiling
                          is finished,
                          I will let you
                          go and accept—
                          the moon and
                          the sun are
                          better off
                          as distant
                          friends