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one more time, just one more.
we'll stare at what we can before
the light sweeps in to steal the shore.
beneath our toes slip hourglass lessons.
by now the foam's a sea-balm crystal
hailing chunks of frosted palms, mid-caress
fingers trailing on a breeze that rustles leaves.
memories crackle against sickly, blackly carbonated trust.
we'll stare at what we can before
the light sweeps in to steal the shore.
beneath our toes slip hourglass lessons.
by now the foam's a sea-balm crystal
hailing chunks of frosted palms, mid-caress
fingers trailing on a breeze that rustles leaves.
memories crackle against sickly, blackly carbonated trust.