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Fragile .  I  . stand  .  still  .  as a little girl  .  black dress  .  black shoes  .  golden tones  .  perplexed  .  lightly shivering  .  confused may be  . wanting to know  .  knowing I won’t

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a grain of sand . I don’t know . can make you cry . or roll . your skin . soft . can make you dream .  under your feet . can taste dangerous . in your teeth

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we feel . and . we tell . but don’t say . too soon . too late . not sure .  where . to go . where . to stand . but will work hard . for something . different . than today . unheard of yesterday . that will surprise . us . and will not . feed . anymore . bitter tears . may only joy . water . this beginning

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one wave . after . another . as you speak . to my eyes . covering . the whole shore . as sand  . flattens . rolls and rests . wide under . non stop . as desire . lock yourself in . and don’t leave . try every door . and see me . as never . before . as nobody did . waves . incessantly me . growing . into your arms . closer

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