but my mind is an ocean, moving in waves,
in and out of controlled consciousness,
sifting through your logic and leaving
epiphanies imprinted on my memory.
The tide rises and my mind pushes forward,
slowly eroding my lips' grainy blockade
but they remain sealed,
locking in secrets - things better left unsaid.
Moon passes overhead, the tide recedes
and I find myself wandering the treasure littered coastline,
and I find myself wandering the treasure littered coastline,
reflecting me in the water's surface.
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