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The Lovers by Britt ZimmermanBodies numbed
by the salty cold of the ocean
Wind rips through hair
embracing the embraced
dark skin
white sand
breath upon breath
rise and fall
with the tide
The world spins and moves
without them
Complete
and alone in their togetherness
They set the sun
and call out the stars
12/28/2001 Posted on 12/28/2001 Copyright © 2025 Britt Zimmerman
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