5/20/16 (lost and found writings)
Do not tell the child she can not kiss the sea...
Below each step on to the sand with her feet they tingle
Each time the wake ebbs and covers her toes they curl
A palm laid flat on the surface creates a bond
Every speck of skin exposed craves salty touch
Kiss the sea salty lips of thee makes my feet tingle, toes curl and bonds me
Below each step on to the sand with her feet they tingle
Each time the wake ebbs and covers her toes they curl
A palm laid flat on the surface creates a bond
Every speck of skin exposed craves salty touch
Kiss the sea salty lips of thee makes my feet tingle, toes curl and bonds me
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