Like deja vu
Fixed, still gaze
Excruciating aches and unrelenting pains
There’s the open air
The serene salty breeze
But steadfast lock and trembling knees
The tightness grows tighter
How delightful to bask in the thought of mutual desires
Idealism is the pedastal of beauty
What is the limitless boundary beyond the turquoise tide and waves
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