Dania Beach at night - 4th of July

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I am only a tiny hand that wants to touch it. A tiny piece of the puzzle.
Maybe one day you'll see what I saw. Maybe one day I will not remember what it was that made me break up with you. I don't understand what I felt that Saturday night when I went to see you. And your eyes were deep and new. For some reason tonight is a dry night. No wine, no poetry, no love. I just want to love because I want to belong again.
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