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Doubt
The beach isn't a beach
if it sans the sea
Just a random strip of sand
scorching, dry
on a hot summer day
The night doesn't fall
till the sun goes away
paving way
for it to dazzle
in its own way
Am I the night
that needs the sun
to dissappear,
to mark my presence
or simply the beach
which will be nothing without the sea?
Monday 10th February 2020 11:13 am
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