hope turned over
like a shell on the sand,
echoing the waves,
lapping at some distant shore....
unheard, untouched,
words fall on the graves
of desire and longing,
marked by time...
who are you?
do you remember my name?
the faint memory of your kiss,
grown bitter on my lips!
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