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The tide swings to the other side of the tracks
Carefully, still it moves beyond directions
to a place inside of me drenched
in silence. The crowd breaks over the sand
laughing and crawling up the beach
numb fingers and hands fingering, searching
for signs of life on this desolate homecoming.
Waves watching, lapping from a safe distance,
putting all of their sea shells on the girl in green.
Carefully, still it moves beyond directions
to a place inside of me drenched
in silence. The crowd breaks over the sand
laughing and crawling up the beach
numb fingers and hands fingering, searching
for signs of life on this desolate homecoming.
Waves watching, lapping from a safe distance,
putting all of their sea shells on the girl in green.
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