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| From the waves, it a-piers. |
Drawn in the sand
and to the tides;
to the currents,
and to pasts, remembered
and forgotten;
the sea washes away
lines previously drawn,
and all this history
that still breathes
inside of me.
Memory curves inside each ripple,
slipping from my grasp;
as footsteps vanish,
it becomes easy to forget
the thoughts that once twirled here.
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