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While you were waiting for the end

 To wash over you in a different color

Everytime the high tide turned

I sat crosslegged in front of my sandcastle

And watched every tower and turret

Every greybrown window

Melt away in a haze of white foam

I would then look at you

Standing on the other shore

Make paper boats with soft

benedictions written on them

and wait for the moon to wax again.

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