the
pull of the tide bends me
fights
your pushing
pushing
away
the
reality
that
really scares you
the
reality
of
actually
connecting
to
another
soft
life
form.
the
clouds have lost
their
colour now,
moon wash
lulls
our
senses as
the collapsing
happens.
the collapsing
happens.
it
will be left
to the cliff
to
tell our story,
the
moon to see
our
struggle
and
our surrender.
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