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Sealife

We went walking to the aquarium,
the one on the front,
fearful of the roaring seas that called to the creatures.
The moon was a Princess,
crowned by the kind of glow that made me hopeful.
You were gentle,
slowing your purposeful strides along the street,
the air, full of candy floss, sea salt and hot doughnuts as I caught up,
my hand caught in yours as the clock strikes an impossible hour,
and we are suddenly lost in an indoor ocean.

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