do you want to go to the seaside?
i'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
salty water and sweet skin
wet ankles and sandy palms
everything artlessly curls; the waves to the shore, my hair to my shoulders
slow down moon
the sands of broken love
don't let the ocean end
us
thousands of seasides and us
but of course you can tell me a secret
lips of sailing whispers
we've gone boating
and i'm scared too
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