Rough Waters

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together, we watch the sunrise
drawing diminutive hearts in sand;
accompanied by technicolor eyes
you lead the way, and take my hand
stepping on shells, sinking in sand
gently place your arm around me, nervous fingertips
feeling of belonging, eternal happiness, bliss
i have been broken, it's forgotten here
water of potential, wash away my fears





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