Tell me of how he swept
You off your feet like sand
Or left you while you wept,
Your tears an ocean in your hands.
Did he brush you off his feet like sand,
Leave your heart a porous grey?
Did he hold your ocean in his hands
Before he tided away?
I see your heart, a porous grey.
Tell me of how he swept
You off before he tided away,
Leaving you while you wept.
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