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Awash

                                                                  

And always, at our backs,

We hear time's fleet footsteps

Running after us —

These incessantly racing waves,

Chasing, chasing, chasing,

Trying, feverishly, desperately, futilely,

To catch up with our breaths,

As we lie fast asleep,

Awash in our unhurried love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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