The Beach
golden sand all in between your toes
a place where the smell of fresh seawater makes you crinkle your nose
the rushing water sending chills down your spine
and the way the water moves with you like a mime
you can hear the seagulls crow
and feel the pinch of the curious crab on your toe
the smack of the volleyball
to come back home
to go back to a place you wish you'd never known
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