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Low Tide
Her eyes were once this ocean,
Pale sickly, stormy moor.
Now weary heels strike empty sand
As sorrow haunts this shore.
Flesh entangled o’re these shells.
Words captured on these crests.
As murky tides sink ever low,
She wails for my caress.
I see her in still waters.
Hear her crash against sunk stones.
I turn to meet her whispered gusts,
To find I am alone.
Yet still I linger on here,
Begging, cursing ebbing foam.
Oh, lost girl, how can I call
This ghastly coast my home?
For years ago I loved this sea,
I swore to never leave her side.
Lost love, break upon my shore
That I may drown her haunted eyes.
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