Waves

like little spiders,
moonlight glowing

across the movement.
She makes room by

making you crazy,
distance spanning

across all the lonely
hearts. Mine, all mine…

The cooling sand covering
the core, feet already burnt,

just show her words,
or the one who took

them away from your
blackberry-stained mouth.

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