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always i find myself

  back at the water

a lake with a shore

  the overhead rumble of the A train

alone again

      the tranquilty of the the

                                   water

rushing to to the shore

   i realize that

                    the sea

is in love with the shore

       hands clasping

                   holding

but sand is porous

              and water is wet

a continous embrace tha never lasts

   and the sea

    cries out its frustration

while the beach

              slowly dies

                         a sand particle at a time

while the water does

           its enticing dance

calling me

   let's play let's play

knowing I can't swim