Where's my? (there's my!) beaches, be
Quiet, calm; the many things we cannot, will not
Somewhat tolerate on a long shore. The roaring pull
Of a dull bore, shaking me, taking me
Home.
For there is magic here, near, beside; everywhere
On every mile hiked, every dune striked, biked; stroke
Ing terror, deep there, amongst the folly of a heart
The gentle slide of land, there, anywhere, somehow
Pulling all of us
Down.
So shake off the sand, boogey long (take my hand love)
To a place that we made for ourselves.
Amongst a time not shared, somehow rightly seen
A quest to the ending; a call from behind
Everywhere, anywhere, my beaches be.
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