I'm still bleeding. Picking at the memories, searching for familiar smells, closing my eyes.
You are here again. It's one of the good days, light breeze, I'm not thinking of tomorrow.
Calm sea at my feet, i feel the sand, horizon is pink now, all is peace.
I wish i could become a foam riding the waves, just once more get so lost in our slow loving, when your breath tickles my neck, forget that I now belong to someone else.
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