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Beach Rites
We met, small miracle, at a party where
we knew not a soul;
I complimented the color on her toes,
she made fun of my clothes.
Time flew; we sipped wine, nibbled
stale bread,
And when the music got loud, we leaned
close to hear what the other had said.
Later, under a blanket of stars, we shared
our stories, mine, a boring whine, hers,
shorter, sadder than mine.
As she finished, for reasons I can't explain,
tears came to my eyes.
Smiling, she brought her lips to my ear
and whispered: "Forgiveness, love,
eases the pain."
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