ii. walk in the beach

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You hold my hand
while we walk in the sand,
birds chirped as the wind blew
smile on my face when I heard you
the shining sun starts to set
as the ocean makes our feet wet
your hands wrapped around my hips
as my soul craves your lips.

our moments of love.

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