It flows in and out. In the dark coast lit light. They roll in and out. All you can see is the white of the caps. Its like our love. Back and forth, in and out. It starts and stops again. Its warm and yet cold to the touch. It’s a familiar touch and yet so foreign that I miss it. I watch the waves of this beach roll in and out in the dark non-moon
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I think if I say more, i'm going to say too much.
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