I find sand
in my bed,
the grit of beach
has
somehow has
found its way beneath
me.
who's been
here?
who has slept and dreamt
upon
my pillows.
what person has picked
the lock
to my door,
my heart and made her
way
upon this peaceful shore.
do I know
her by name, or
is it a stranger that
has come to call.
has she brought me sunlight,
or has she
brought rain.
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