writing my secrets in the sand

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twilight skies scattered with stars
that remind me of just how minuscule i am
as i trace my fingers in the sand
engraving in the shore all of my deepest secrets and questions for the universe
to which may never be answered
or spoken of
as i wipe them away with the palm of my hand
i know the tide will wash these secrets away at sunrise
and the waves will carry them
bury them deep in the crevasses of the sea unknown to man

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