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Salt Water Memories.

The sun hangs like a burning kiss
on the delicate cheek of the blushing sky.
The sea meets the horizon
and they stretch towards the infinite hand in hand.
I will wait until the evening rolls over me like a
wave.
Until I can see the lost, coin moon
and the stars hovering like willow-o-the-wisps above
the water.
Until I finally go under
and find that I can no longer hold my breath
and realize that it doesn't matter.

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