A moment on those soft sand beaches, the
brown, salt like powder cushioning my feet from being
crushed within the harm of the world. I
walk with him, the sunset showing me his
silhouette and exposing the other physical half of his
body to the world.
It's the first time of everything. Those hard,
gray boulders and a soft gust of wind pounding
against our hair, entangling our emotions as we move on. He
wants to eat something but I, I want to play with the soft brown sand.
Looking at me, the uneasiness I don't notice then comes out
I plop down, throwing my black leather bag and chucks right
beside me where I don't want him to sit.
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