Friday, February 16, 2024

Shores

I'd like to never forget you.

I'd like to fight in the right way to refuse you.

My fierce toes can dig into the sand

but it's not Malibu.

I'd tear apart a ferris wheel to spin like a falling wave

lost in what I used to crave

I've become a pebble

on the beach

of someone else's shore.


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