there is a boy
building himself into man
thousands of miles a way
writing to a lover about the dinamite of her kiss
if only he knew
how
being in love with the woman i will marry does not mean
that there are not parts of me that shatter every time he explodes
every time he is ending
infinitely
shrugged upon the ocean
hanging
like a promise for distraction
we are waiting to watch
while the tide recedes
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