We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
And I don't think you even realize.
We lay back on the damp sand,
And you brush back my hair,
And leave your fingers there
For a second too long
And I think I've gotten too used to this.
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