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open arms, twirling and spinning
magically flailing around
bare feet kicking grains of sand
failing away with open hand
a pure happiness
in this joy of release
to ease the hurt and pain
to watch it wash away
too easily taken by receeding tide
too quickly swallowed in time
whilst time slips to night
and in the frail seconds of memory
a relived kiss and memoirs so alive
purity taken now inside
is so frail this life
forgotten in this dance
rip-tap-tap, a march of sadness
now made to bring enlivenment,
hark ye death, I have stolen
thy child so easily claimed
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