the tide: to myself

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how i wish i could ease your pain
wash away all of your problems
with my love
cradling your seaglass tears
too precious to be thrown to the waters
wasted on trivial matters

they are just ripples of seafoam
within your tsunami wave
so do not let your
seaglass wash ashore
for them
the unworthy

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