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THE SHORE

Breathing

Breathing Reaching beyond a physical divide

Make me love you

Make me love you she screamed

Make me love you she screamed Her wants satisfied

Make me love you she screamed Her wants satisfied by his desires

Together we anticipate the unknown

Together we anticipate the unknown Basking in what we know

Together we anticipate the unknown Basking in what we know Ecstasy found in both

What do we feel?

How can we trust again?

Like the withered logs

Like the withered logs So often consumed by the seas

Like the withered logs So often consumed by the seas Stripped of their innocence

Like the withered logs So often consumed by the seas Stripped of their innocence Abandoned

Like the withered logs So often consumed by the seas Stripped of their innocence Abandoned Left beaten by the sun

Like the withered logs So often consumed by the seas Stripped of their innocence Abandoned Left beaten by the sun Helpless under its terrible glory

Yet still I am found

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state Dissecting my scars

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state Dissecting my scars Like pages from a journal

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state Dissecting my scars Like pages from a journal Her phantom hands

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state Dissecting my scars Like pages from a journal Her phantom hands Rearranging me

Yet still I am found Meeting at the shoreline Kneeling She examines my withered state Dissecting my scars Like pages from a journal Her phantom hands Rearranging me From the inside

The chance of resistance has fled

The chance of resistance has fled Control

The chance of resistance has fled Control a vague memory

The chance of resistance has fled Control a vague memory Barely touching

The chance of resistance has fled Control a vague memory Barely touching Feeling everything

The chance of resistance has fled Control a vague memory Barely touching Feeling everything We lay down

and start a fire out of nothing

-S. GREENLEAF

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