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Sand by J9


My hands and the subtleties of your skin - my lack of understanding my passion for the unexpected
the solitude of a restless soul the sand standing still under our tired feet
a bridge that insists on presence and longitude noise in the background
the pelicans glide far away from my tiny little heart
I fail to empathize tired of thinking and loving
the pelican floats around
ocean water, salty water
we both rest reassured by the silence within
What's making us cry?
loneliness
life that happens in a continuous
unbalanced rhythm
ding dong
deaf
death

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