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Ramparts, seize the golden moon's lip,
and pluck the stars from the sky's crest;
the portico, wide open, leads;
to a fury of bandannas.

The heavens crack, a tearful ease
to the city lights, poised below.
The sea brushes the edges ridge;
the soil holds tight to all she knows.

Mother earth stretches back her seas;
her beaches bare, to miles of sand;
Night tides, drift hardly touch the reef
where shimmers of violet plums, shine.

We sit back on the rocks consumed,
by idle talk and our eyes glued.
So sweet, this moment we traveled;
a spell, in silence cast by trust.

As laughter fills a seashells smile;
Fingers pull, the pearl from its mouth.
Eyes meet, in a gentle knowing.
While the night air glows, the hands touch.

Leaving us behind quietly
to taste the Eros air filled sky;
the golden moon, takes the night,
and swallows whole the strands of time.

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