Because there are benches that face the sea
Where you sit windswept and wild
And sometimes the gulls can only haunt the sky
Because the waves are cold against your skin
And the cobbles smooth the tread on your shoes
Because you stand beneath the rain
And haunt familiar corners
On these days the sea will not release you
Nor the cold wind leave your bones
Because the sand remains in every crack
And the salt sets tangles in your hair
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