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b'Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second: rebirth. Back on sand. Toes to water - but to tell you my truth sometimes I\'m too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind: your head. My heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when that moon arrives I\'ll have to go. I have to go.\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'