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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

I was

either

waiting for you

you are

waiting for

someone else's

vacancy

either way

it was damn

tiring

and I either

admired myself

for the patience

or loathed

for the

mediocrity