The fox hole is well hidden.
They search tirelessly, for this lap top.
Not of myself, your eyes, out to sea, so far.
Within you, about us flows, sheer covers.
Your wind helps, the feet above me in dance.
A cat chases a mouse across the sand, a dog
chases the cat, you chase me.
The fox hole is well hidden.
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