if it was just so i could see
cormorants swimming, in the sea then
Th@'s enOugh 4 mE
or so i could stumble, on a shell
You did do your things
So Well
with little footprints in this sand
none of 1 of whom
i'd pLanNed
and sand so warm between these toes
spills running round
iN LiTtle rOwS
like little leaves in patterns scattered
steps like nothing really
mAtT3Rd
In this Warm and
this Cool and,
This Quenching of Thirst.
i Find me
in You by the,
Putting You 1st.
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