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It was as if we were a love so pure,
even our silhouettes had nothing to hide.
I don’t recall much before it.
Sunlight seized the dawn and even days later,
I remained face down in our letters.
Smeared in sincerity.
Drowning in hope.
Engaged with a fantasy.
When things get too much,
I imagine being back on the tropical shoreline
with you in that bedroom
absolute beauty surrounding us.
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