At The Beach

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There’s sand between my fingers
And a salt breeze in my hair
The taste in my mouth is gritty
I don’t care I’ll keep us there
The sun is setting loudly
The day clings to my skin
If this cliff did not surround us
I’d have doubts about this sin
As the clarity encases you
Unknowing, emanating from within
Look up, filled by your gaze
The lamp that draws me in





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