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The Coast at Night

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As the night fell dim,
my heart began to race like a nascar,
speeding around a sandy track
as the ocean sprays our feet.

You grasp my hand
like a bear over its cub,
through old foot prints on the shore,
across palms and mild stars
that stand like signals from heaven.

With a coast of too much reality,
under a path laid out by the moon,
light enough so I can see some baby blue
and walk along this coast,
forever.





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