Tight.
Round.
Bright.
I continue to etch out a visage of you in the sand.
The Tide comes and goes
I begin my work again
There's a full moon out tonight so I must be quick
Any amount of time would be enough.
Sacred tutelage of the heart is laden with thorns
still I grab the rope between us and pull hard
Soon my work will prove its value
Although my innocence is lost
I still have the beat of your heart ringing in my head.
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