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I was dreaming about you, coming back to me on the beach.

Safety and security and love all around you,

The miracle of you wet from the ocean and in my arms again.

So I took you home, but the water on the floor turned into a flow and then a flood

Water coming out of your mouth and eyes endlessly endlessly.

My hope was all that made you whole again.

Not a miracle after all.

Just the standard delusion of a long broken heart.