we're lost in the narrows
hand in hand,
shrinking atop the shifting sand
with warm kisses melting on our mouths
maybe nothing really matters
when we're off to bed,
with your tongue in my mouth
and the thoughts of you in my head
laying on the beach of some infinite ocean
in the bed we made under a motionless moon;
an ancient feeling passing between us -
making the most of the world that will end too soon
END
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