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Gaze
Waves wash over me
high tide a rushing red
each pull pulsating
and ever present
hitched to a clevis moon
drawn to the gnaw of your wag
my footsteps traverse your trails
echoing a vibrant vibrato
and tasting your luscious yields
I can't get back from here
like I ever wanted to
sand slips through my offerings
still here I gaze the night
high tide a rushing red
each pull pulsating
and ever present
hitched to a clevis moon
drawn to the gnaw of your wag
my footsteps traverse your trails
echoing a vibrant vibrato
and tasting your luscious yields
I can't get back from here
like I ever wanted to
sand slips through my offerings
still here I gaze the night
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