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Aug 2015
Every time I see the beach
A restaurant, bar, hotel.
I can only think of just one thing
One visage
One face
One girl

I'll never eat in comfort
I'll never sleep in peace
Swimming, surfing, fishing
Will always be empty

No intimacy, I'll ever feel
Memories will always flow
Those memories that are so good
No others will come close

I wish, I beg, desire
For you to feel the same
I know it's pointless now however
Others breathe your name.

I know it's just
A facade,
A screen to Veil the truth
But now the veil has turned to stone
The fake has turned to truth
Written by
Richard Forman  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
410
   --- and Cecil Miller
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