barefoot

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Sandy and golden
My fingers tread through the
Sunshiny tresses
How can a lone pair of brown eyes
Hypnotise me so?
The waves crash against my toes
Our hair flows in the breeze
It is cold
The ocean is merciless
But you love the beach too much
So I endure
And you hold my hand as our feet pad
Against the grains of sand

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