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You, me, seashore, one place, one earphone,  
Coconut with two straws—one ice cream, two noses.  
Cold winds, but your warmth wraps me whole,  
Two souls in one sweater, hearts beating slow.

Sitting under the moon, watching him chase the clouds,  
And that night, love, I realized how foolish I’ve been,  
Calling you my moon in all my poems—  
When he borrows his light, and you, you shine without a single shadow within.

Our legs sinking into the sand, always chasing the shore,  
Waves kissing our toes as they meet once more.  
I’ll show you the pictures—screenshots I took slowly,  
Not the perfect ones, just the freaky, fuzzy shots where you’re you, wholly.

I lied when I said I was chasing butterflies in your hair,  
You were between my legs, your spine pressed against my chest,  
Wrapped in one jacket, sharing warmth, our breaths in sync.  
The shore beneath us, waves whispering secrets at our feet.  
I told you I was playing with a butterfly,  
But really, I was setting your hair free from that clip that didn’t care.  
I needed to feel your hair wild, untamed, falling like waves,  
As it brushed against my face, soft strands dancing with the breeze,  
Every lock sent chills down my spine,  
Your scent filling the air, your hair wrapping around my fingers,  
And the wind, like us, was making us one,  
Your hair, in its messy perfection, said more than words could ever speak.

Your hair blowing, my eyes closing, breath aligning with the wind,  
Like the universe itself was folding us together, as if it had planned it.  
Let’s forget forever—just be with me tonight—  
Until we count every star, holding on to each other tight.

No time, no crowd, just you and me, enough as we are,  
I want to bury my ego in the sand, let it go,  
In that moment, I’ll be mad, unfiltered,  
The way I would be before my mother, no regrets left to show.

We’ll dream of a future, a life we’ve yet to write,  
Maybe two passengers might join us—two little hands we’ll miss tonight.  
And as our eyes grow heavy, as stars fade from the sky,  
We’ll break the chains that hold us, love—eyes closed, we’ll fly.

Good morning, whenever we wake from that sleep so deep,  
Now four hands and two rings—two hearts that forever keep.

The rest of the story, love, I’ll tell you in a language only we’ll know...  
When we leave this seashore.
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