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The Moon directs the tide so
Today I feel the waxing pull
on the parts of me
searching for the beach.
There is no shore on which to find shelter.
And the surge will break point only
upon your chest and in your arms, my Moon Lover.
Today I feel the waxing pull
on the parts of me
searching for the beach.
There is no shore on which to find shelter.
And the surge will break point only
upon your chest and in your arms, my Moon Lover.
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