with

a moment to gasp
a break in the action
to look left right and back
for the sake of a second
look at the paintsmears

those blurs of people
their moments and lives
trophies teardrops and around
again my hand reaches
to grip the sand

sliding again
unravelled the plan
dragged flung torn in 2
just 1 simple moment
alone with another.

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