Sea Salt

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That morning when
you smelled like the sea,
And your wanting me
was like waves
At first slow, and then
building, building

Until you pull…
And I am yours, and
every touch
is a reminder of how
I will miss you
And how I can not
keep you

Because the water always
calls for me
to make my home there
But you are no place
to build a home

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