one day ill walk. down the beach where we first met.
where the sun met the ocean and formed the a beautiful bond
pink light reflected, magic in the air.
when i met you we walked side by side, your steps leaving heavily pressed marks, mine leaving toe prints from how i danced across the grains.
now my prints are the only ones on the beach. youve left me alone on the sand. walking.
i wish i left no prints, floated, flew across. but not yet.
if i could fly then i wouldnt leave marks. i could escape and i could have you again.
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