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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 basking

under the sun—

ocean waves

muffling the sound

of my breathing

and with

cautionary confidence

I bury myself

in the sand

with the memory

of your four faces

and how each

spoke to my

heart and

taught it the hows

and the dangers

of love in the

wrong world