beloved

beloved sun drenched shoulder blades,
you rummage in my pockets, looking for the note that’ll set you free.
and everything will make sense, much after it is found,
and the waves we’ll feel,
and the waves will disappear,
an invisible force,
makes it’s way into our bodies,
and we move like the waves do,
and we reach further into our pockets,
and we drown deeper in through the outside of ourselves tonight.

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