The line between sky and sea blurs Blue to orange to velvety black The waves crash, relentless The sand takes the brunt of it I won't be here tomorrow Probably never again But the waves will still crash And the sun will still paint it orange Time does not matter here The cycle of days and nights We are but inconsequential In the face of this timeless beauty
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See AllHer eyes closed on its own But she shook herself awake Just one more page She repeated to herself Her voice quivered and broke Her hands...
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