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Vanilla Tongues
A line between the blues draws our gazes outwardGulls and sparse clouds aboveThe cliffs fall before us, red grains holding tightlyOcean marks the futureVanilla on our tongues, we sip our awarenessA warm morning closenessEchoes midnight coals and a triptych communionMugs' steam dances upwardBeginnings arrive with the surf, blend with the sandA tide filled with life [...]