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My fingertips breach the sandCastles built on this beach dissolvedin the absence of you

I reshape the soil until it resembles the artand bury my face in its mimicryi breathe it in to be with you

fingers running through sandearth escaping between the spaceswhere i brushed your hair

the sand sticks to my skinas if even the earth wont let go of you

my mind keeps shaping what wont ever staythe tide crept in and dissolved your vicesand left you untouchedI’m stranded here without you to counterthe waves erasing what we once built together

I pluck shells from the groundand arrange themin your beautyand line the edges to the tide

the sand grits against my eyes

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