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Low Tide

Our friendship is like the tide,

Ebbing and flowing in a natural rhythm.

At times it is high, and the water rushes in and nurtures

the pockets and pools of life.

Other times you withdraw,

Drying out my soul

Leaving me parched

And in need of you.

But in a cycle as old as  the earth itself

You will return,

Bringing your sustaining and reviving saltiness,

Your moist kiss of life,

The high emotional tide that rejuvenates me.

If the sun does not bake me before

You save me once more

With your embrace.

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