"Look at me, young man with the puzzled stare. I seem to stand at the verge of your

shifting sand. Your eyes squint-- I am the girl for whom you stroked the piano keys, at

sixteen.

And one day, I never was.

But my toes remember the warmth of your sand...

Lover, hold me before a green eyed wave takes me back to the depths, and then--

you will never know if I ever was."

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