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On this hot summer day,
I thought of you, of me.
What could have been,
between us, whispers of us
like waves driven to shore.
Lost and drowning,
breaking up
at the touch of land.
You and I,
we always fall apart.
Slipping through my fingers,
like this warm golden sand.

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