Sifted through the library of the last ten years.
And there hasn't, I don't suppose been a moment we can hold as close as the night we kicked of our clothes and swam in the salt
I wish a deep and early grave to the collection of moments I caved, whether they were minute or massive waves, as I lay in the bed we made, swallowed whole.
Soon we'll leave this place for not a full stop but parentheses.
The most lovely of life sentences.
All I wanted was to mention this, you're here in my heart.

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