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Sea Love / The Perfect Month

Sea Love~

To the sea, I would go. There, I would wash
my tears with salt. Dance in the sand and laugh.

Sand like salt runs through my fingers. Carved
sandcastles on the shore by pleasant waves.

Lie out at night watch stars sparkle pink.
His voice as clear as morning dew. It

lifts my heart above the breezy cove.
The naked walls I trust to hold my name

when a thousand years grow close.
The cave wall now a tree where I scratched

his name. After a kiss upon my
cheek so dark with ancient shadows.

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