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I could feel it slowly slipping

Like sand through my fingers

Sifting, into minute grains

Blowing, with the ocean breeze

I could feel the rhythmic sway

As the scent of the air lingers

And the shadows begin to wane

Washing over me, and I’m aware

How the night slipped into day

And the full moon rising,

Merely slipped away


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