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The TideThe Tide
Salty air clings to me,
Salty water carried by the sea,
Flows against me, hitting my feet,
It ebbs and flows, in the air so sweet,
This was the place where ideas meet,
In the soaked sand,
Footsteps were indented in the land,
There used to be two, but one set is missing,
Eaten by the sea, the waves are hissing,
And memories are fading, of our shy kissing.
I drop to the ground, the water licks my cuts,
I, such a silly, hated klutz.
It's been so long since someone cared,
Since anyone has asked how I fared,
So alone, I cry, scared.
My footsteps in the sand ease away,
Slowly, grain by grain, nothing will stay.
A little crab scuttles along,
Dancing to the seagull song,
And I stay, knowing I'm wrong.
The burning in my calves from salt of the sea,
Has caused welts to form, and my soul to flee,
It consumes my mind, but I push it aside,
I will remain on this beach; a forgotten bride,
I will wait; wait for the tide.
The sun had set, and the moon had rose,
The water on my skin had nearly
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