rushing currents on my feet
eroding sand within cleavage
slowly sinking though not deep
as i; i slowly hold my breathe
feeling better like lone poet
watching red sky saluting sunset
breeze come give that cold kiss
cradle my hair; touch my face
whisper me those words in my ears
i should be missing you for days
but in my mind you're there asleep
waiting for me when my angel wakes
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