I am stranded on the shore,

But accompanied by a billion grains of sand.

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My lover writes her affections

On the cerulean waves of the ocean.

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And when the waves turn in on the gritty brim of my confinement,

Her watery sentiments become a comfort.

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Her sodden fingers leave diminutive trails of gritty crumbs all over;

They are the excess poetries discarded from under her sea shell nails.

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But a single embrace doesn't quench my soul's dehydration;

Sea water beverages encourage a thirstiness in my conscience.

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So I wade towards the dangerous rips of desire

And I swallow the sentiments she left me, in famine.

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I drown. Simply. In love.