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we sat with our feet facing the water
our shoulders just barely touching
we traded soft spoken poetry
over radio static
the beach was still
and summer was ending
we struck up fist fulls of white dust
making patterns from nothing
grasping at pebbles and shells
in hopes of eventually touching
we dipped our toes into the water
wet sand stuck to your legs like glue
the night we met i envied the sand
if only i could be that close to you