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beige ground
so hot, concave
The blue surface, breakable,
creates waves

My head clears.
As did my fears.
The sun gleams,
On the surface so clear.

The sun gleams,
against my warm skin
and adds an extra
goldish tint

While on the board
I saw the wave
I paddle forward
all the strength I gave

I feel a push
and up I go
I balance on the wave
That is as light as snow

I swerve to the right
dip my hand
Everything is right.
A love I never had.





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