meet me at the beach.
with your clay hands
with all the darkness in your sky.
hand me in to the doctor,
at the harbor
with all his damned grey hair.
cover me in dark stones,
with blue pools
with hard times,
down at the water.
drowned in the waiting sunshine,
toe hold in the sand,
waves that pull like a million hands,
we've been waiting such a long time.
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