Intro:
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sandcastle
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warmed
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golden
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~ warmed
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golden
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endless
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sandcastle
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~ of
sandcastle
days . . .
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forever
swept
away . . .
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wagering
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wagering
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blame . . .
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before
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breath . . .
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coming . . .
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beyond
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bend . . .
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summer’s
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when
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call . . .
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play
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game . . .
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~ we
played
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t
h
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game . . .
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the
shade . . .
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played
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h
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game . . .
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the
shade
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f
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blame . . .
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shame . . .
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pain . . .
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game . . .
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game . . .
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played
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game . . .
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a
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aged
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a
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love
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i
n
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gray . . .
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~ we
aged
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o
u
r
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love . . .
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pushing
deeper,
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deeper,
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deeper
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the
shade . . .
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until
there
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w
a
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no
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m
o
r
e
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trace . . .
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~ until
there
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w
a
s
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nothing
more
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t
o
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save . . .
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played
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game . . .
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game . . .
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deeper,
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deeper,
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deeper,
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gray . . .
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until
there
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w
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nothing
more
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save . . .
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nothing
more
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t
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say . . .
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w
a
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nothing
more
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save . . .
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nothing
more
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t
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say . . .
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We
played
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game . . .
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played
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game . . .
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played
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game . . .
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the
shade . . .
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a
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now
there
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i
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no
escape . . .
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There
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i
s
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no
escape
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f
r
o
m
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the
blame . . .
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There
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i
s
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no
escape
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f
r
o
m
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the
shame . . .
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a
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There
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i
s
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no
escape
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f
r
o
m
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the
pain . . .
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o
f
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a
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l
o
v
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aged
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i
n
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gray.
Reflection: This is a romantic-themed poem that I wrote in March of 2025 where the contemplator looks back on a youthful, passionate courtship that could have been a wonderful, longstanding romance which ended primarily due to naivety, inexperience, and petty disagreements and behaviors. We get the feeling he/she would love to start again but the accumulating changes and distance over the years seem to prevent that from happening. I wrote most of this poem by listening to two wonderful songs: “Hotel Womb” and “Lost” by The Church which I played in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it. I used to love album “Starfish” by The Church and started listening to it again – these two songs were favorites of mine as were so many others on this amazing album.